Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora

Sunday, August 15, 2010

I die a little each day .

When you are near me
When you are here
I see
And my eyes do not see thee
For all i can see or feel
Are the feelings i have for thee
And when you are gone
Time passes so slow
There is no hour ungodly
But you did the unthinkable
The unforgivable
And so did i-
For loving you in such a state
I was blinded ,
I found the paradox
When you are gone i see , but i don't again
When you are near i see
And as they speak of your present state
Your present happiness and mirth
I die a little each day.

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