Curtains

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    Curtains

    Why are you blinded, by the blinds in your face?
    Pull them apart, you'll see the grace
    You may see the truth; even see who you're missing
    You'll see who you are, but you shouldn't be kissing
    You'll see what you've shattered, for a scheme wrong and cruel
    You'll see that you're actions, make you the fool
    You might see the sun set, like those days you were with him
    Now it won't rise, because like you it is hidden
    But you're on the dark side, it's in the light
    Seek, you may find, what is wrong and what's right
    That day the sun rises, along with a soul
    One to which one, you have been really cold
    Just for his absence, you urged for another
    With no regrets, all his Love, you took and you smothered
    You've forgot what you've done, at the prime, what a sin
    You wept and he cared, and he took you right in
    Does a deed full of Love, deserve your forget?
    Or does a walk out the door, for good have regrets
    Why don't you care, when you claimed you so did
    Even though what you heard, you said you'd forgive
    Tell me the truth, do you Love me or not?
    Please tell me soon, in a web I am caught
    Struggling so hard, unable to sway
    Waiting in tears, to get swept away
    I showed you I Loved you, but you didn't see
    How could you not, it astonished me
    You're windows so open, but Curtains are closed
    I guess that's why Love, just comes and it goes.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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