Love Meter

When time flies am getting weaker now  am getting stupid now….

When it get dark Its getting scary…
I look and my lappy, then straight to mirror

Saying am wiser now not to give my Heart away

The lonely bug looking at the yellow light to be green

That can bring smile but no.. its not play time baby

Feverishness in me laughing saying think

Think about good old days

My heart beats another 100 times to say I miss you

Its not tears it’s the love… it’s the love meter

Each Tomorrow

I Me Myself and My Sorrow, 
I cannot explain. 
It’s not because of losing my Love; 
it’s all because of what am doing

Each tomorrow is looking at new things
I'm struggling to cope, 
with each passing day.

When I try live my Life in Mind

Things getting messed
just thinking about it, 
leads me to cry.

Don’t know it have to, 
happen this way? 
It’s all sad and confused, 
right here where I lay.

I tried to change every tomorrow, 
the way that I feel.

I tried something to do, 
it’s something to heal.

Time sake, I must accept, 
and sit with my pain 
hoping to improve, 
with each tomorrow.

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