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SPLIT
PERSONALITIES
By
Qasim Mehmood |
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Dawn...Sun
shy but waking up slowly..
I with my soul undecided...tired...
what kind a day it would be ..should be..
two doors for exit waiting for me......
My house with two views......
One side a lake with memories
one with ugliest benevolent pains..
love of hate or hate for being sane........
Lake shore I can see ....swans
with snowy whiteness..a vision
people lost in slow music of ...
morning rituals ..daily obsession..
Otherside just a burning hole
ruins...ashes from thing called hope
sighs maybe cries of virginity of faith
lost in becries of humane dust.....
How I wanted to become one of you
loveless soul..senseless faith...
to search one that was never there
to bear my love feel my hate..
How I wanted to be with those...
lovely green eyes darker then ice
just to be there..not to disturb..
magic of moment ..the lies.....
And today is the final day
I ..We ..us have to choose the way
one for hope one for darkness....
split personalities ..split their way
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