I Am Sick Of Love

From:- Vinod

I’ve said it so many times

But I didn’t know what I said
And when I wrote it to some one
I didn’t know what I read
The words had lost their meaning
Empty sounds, which I didn’t hear
They were just scrawls on a piece of paper
I threw them away, all the papers of fear

The sentence, written with red ink
Hurted my eyes, cause I couldn’t see,
The words everyone read
Meant nothing but pain to me.

The phrase cut me like a knife
I didn’t know what was a lie and what was true,
Grey and meaningless was my life
Untill the day that vinod met you.

Author: ShineMagic

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