I did have a broken heart,
Not once, but a hundred times,
No! I loved just one,my dearest,
His swings from times and lines.
Those highly polished lines,
Ones that made a smile,
Those highly polished lies,
I had to rephrase in a while.
I mend my life with pain, to be okay,
Only to be torn again beyond repair,
I find myself at scratch at the bay,
And then I am nothing, but, a despair.
Somehow I still wait, trust,call,
And he calls me a mistake after his needs,
Oh! Wait,it was never anything at all,
But he did sow my heart with hopes' seeds.
And now it's all germinated,I feel,
the seeds grew killing my heart, now it rot,
There is no more of heart,how will I heal?
Now that he found true,and this lie is a not!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Khamoshiyaan
PoesíaTHE VOICE OF SILENCE. Sometimes silence describes a situation far better than words ever will, Sometimes a strange set of words describe paints it years later; The limits are set and broken by the words , The reticence ,muteness and reserve let out...
