Category : Poems

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I ask her too much,

 Her attention, 

When she is surrounded by boys, 

She forgets my name. 
 Counting the stars without seeing the moon, 

I'm still here but I don't know how long...
  I asked her too much, 

To be honest,

 She uses beautiful lies

 To please my ears and ego. 
 I asked her too much 

Of what she could give me,

 Sleeping in other arms saying

 She was alone in the room.