June 27, 2008
By Aysha Qamar, East Windsor, NJ

You're on my mind,
I'm turning blind.
I see you how you are to me,
Not what you seem to be.
My eyes are blackened by the light.
All I see is night, night, night...
Do you seek pleasure in my pain?
Or the fact I'm turning insane?
Tears no longer fall on my face.
But stain my heart
What a disgrace.
It's your entire fault.
You aimed the dart...
That stung my heart.

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