As I sit here, thinking about you,
time flies by and asks me to stop.
My mind has a thought,
My heart- an emotion.
Caught up in this ,is me, over again.

They say, you use me. I dont care,
Even if you do, I know why.
I dont blame you. Though you can.
Writing poems is not the way,
To tell you about that .

My writings are my canvas,
My pen-my brush and the ink-
The blush of colours.

You turn me down, always
And take me for granted.
Beware of the day, I start standing against.

I dont blame you for what you did.
Maybe because I want to help you,
Or maybe because I still care for you.

Beware of who you make your enemy,
For he maybe the one who can liberate you,
Truly!!
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Yaa . So hope you like this poem . My first public attempt in writing poems    so...  what else to say except asking for votes...  .. do vote... and comment....