White sheets

February 29, 2016

For words can't make wrongs rights and nor can my excuses.

For what you see is a man who's deluded and you now only send curses.

The white sheets now stained. The room looking not too bright

For what you saw is now disdained

And every approach is just a fight.

For a poems are viewed as useless attempts

And regular conversation converge into nothing that he can accept.

For a goodbye is never said as a bye

And a hello is never said as hi

Now the white sheets aren't white

And room has no light

For the million attempts he tried for you

He went too far

In a couple of months you'll be saying lover who?

And find a man who can keep on par

now the white sheets became completely black

And not a inch of the room can be seen

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