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Them fool ?

Or you fool ?

Why do you look down
On the partner,
To whom you belong,
For petty pleasures
Of the mind,
That could ruin you
And leave you un-destined.

Does the moment 
Take you away,
Or is it the other's way,
Or is it simply,
A character trait,
With which you were born,
And so you are this way.

Do you ever realize,
When you make your mate
Look like a fool,
That what you are exactly doing,
Is creating a void,
An emptiness so heavy,
That would get you
Nothing but lonely.

Why do you take advantage,
Of the for-grantedness,
Of their kindness,
Thinking they are weak,
Why not treasure,
Cause what you have is rare,
And it's unfair,
Not for them but for you too,
To give away,
What took you energy,
Beyond any other day.

Do consider them,
When they are nearby,
When they still care,
When you still have a chance,
For after a while,
All you will be left with,
Would be,
No luck even by chance.


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