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Mar 2019
I don't have all the answers,
why we don't talk or touch;
I think that we, would both agree,
it's becoming just too much.
~
We never hold each other's hand,
the way we use to do;
We never kiss each other, "Bye,"
as if we have the Flu.
~
We rarely say, "I love you,"
nor give hugs anymore;
And we always seem so sad,
when we walk through the front door.
~
We both ignore the other,
this happens all day long;
We don't communicate because,
everything we'd say is wrong.
~
When we go to bed at night,
we never say, "Goodnight;"
We're nothing more then roomates,
who are living seperate lives.
~
We both keep our own distance,
as if we're miles apart;
It seems we're always, "Butting Heads,"
just like we **** our hearts.
~
The two of us aren't happy,
what are we going to do;
Perhaps it's time, to realize,
this relationship is through.
Written by
Poetress2  59/F/IL
(59/F/IL)   
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     Pradip Chattopadhyay and ---
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