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Insane

If, you had told me;

It wouldn’t hurt;

The way it did;

Just hearing her say it;

Make me want to throw a fit.

I didn’t have sleepless night;

trying to get us right;

Just to have you walking by her side;

Holding her hand with my smile.

I have ego and you’re stepping on it, with pride;

The last smile I’ll smile is with a knife;

Coming down from this height.

©BY A.J

©Photo by Amaury Gutierrez on Unsplash

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Illusion

I’m holding on to that invisible string of yours;

That bruise my hand and burn my soul.

Mountains of fire that tic my heart ;

Something burning us apart.

Your eyes are ice-cold;

My lips running down a river of no hope.

The stars are invisible to my eyes;

To you they’re a masterpiece in your mind .

That’s our life Split in two on an electric line.

©By A.J

©Photo by Armand Khoury on Unsplash