He left a box of pain at my feet. Many times I am baffled by his nonchalance and boldness
My mind is in a disarray from the exhaustion of understanding him.
I left my balance to be in his lane and not thrown away.
My sight were slitted due to the overwork of my brain.
Many at times my legs and hands give away at the thought of his words
Though I give my all, it isn't enough
Though I give my heart, it doesn't touch his hat
My time, past, present and future were laid in his hands but to him it was rags
More of gold I gave, yet an increase of silver I delivered but they never touched his mind
My diamonds were stones to him, it smelt like a burning bush. As shining and precious as it is, it was as a sand
My mind goes blank like a plank but it still hurts to be flanked
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