She would judged me, by my footprints I left in the mud
--
She would only look at me, through a pain of glass
--
She would never touche me, she thinks i'm cold
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She would never listen to me, only to others
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She would only talk to me, with her tears
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She may have loved me, if she knew me
--
She never knew, the hurt in me

Children are the gifts from God that keep us grandparents going
Having energy, watching them run, play, and listening to their stories
I know I have enjoyed many times with my own
Love comes flowing in gushes through those tykes
Dear, sweet ones that involve us, also resolve around us
Reality strikes of our yesteryears bringing us smiles
Ever really think about how much they affect us?
Nice to be loved by those so precious... the little angels in our lives

~~
Sometimes Loudly
Sometimes Silently
Yellow leaves have fallen,
Becoming dry
Pale
Passing through as the grained Sound on the Street

Slowly dark flees across the evenings
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
Has Shuffled
The Past
Present
Future

Your form that creates metaphors
And what a wonderful feel
Through out its gravity
Night dancing,
When aroma of Night-Queen
Moving in the air,
Plays with the moonlit
As if Reminds
The First love Poem

Has burned within the form
Standing to fascinate
Away, a dense bunch
Of vine Forest
Bored Air moving
Listening the murmur
Of dried leaves
In the passing wind of banner
As if Someone Calling with
My old name

Empty
Restless Heart
Today is the tune that somewhere else
Like a flow
Of a distant river melody,
Surging waves of the attack
In the Strange night of Spring

Continuous grey leaves falling
Falling on the Floor
Whispering the words on the street goes through
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Why do I try?
Why do I bother?
Why do I love you,
When you love another?

I'd give you the moon,
the stars and everything.
But you can't give back
an ounce of the same feeling.