Come hither
Knowingly all that i can,
Understanding the things we can not.
Comprehending in lieu of all moments to memories,
of the thoughts I give as presents,
Sure you can give me a look.
What can a look give,
when the hug and kiss can reverberate much more better.
You tell me I am not content,
You tell me all of my unhappiness
are the things I keep dwelling and projecting.
How can you see,
when all of my experiences are not yours.
the scars that went through left a mark.
and no matter how much I bring it up,
you make me small,
then I'd knew,
you are not the woman I wanted,
In fact you are a need to my unwanted life.
Anyway Thank you.
I know now what it means,
Constraints of frustrated contentment.
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