Did you ever think I would write about my disappointments with you?
Did you ever think I was upset with you?
Are you bothered about me?
The greatest truth it binds,
My good actions benefit me, and the wrong ones have a straying effect on me.
But a little notion,
a small bond my heart yearns for, is in the ashes
because I feel you don't care about me!
©shivpoetesspriya
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