The Word ... You ..

An open book..
yet a stranger ..
That's what I am..
to the world around..

I thought I knew..
you more than everyone..
Yet I know nothing..
beyond the word you...

I shared I cared...
as I got what I gave..
But still I lose out...
on the word called you...

I wait as the sun fades..
to the moment it rises again..
Yet I find it impossible to..
wait for the word called you...

I write to write the felt..
with ink and paper but..
Just as I seat myself down ..
I stop at this word called.. you ..


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hamza ..