These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Deal !

TALK. Don’t hold them in.
Your unspoken words, they suffocate.
Reach beyond the space between.
Express yourself. COMMUNICATE.

You’re too selfish to share the pain.
Chose to wait ‘til all’s grown rotten.
You’re destroying others with your hurt.
You so rejoice in feeling broken.

Damn the world to your heart’s content
If it’s the only way you can feel better.
Just don’t choke us with your
unexpressed hatred.
Your isolation is one sure killer.

12th October 2003
*for an angry friend

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