You were the ice,
I tried to break.
Forgot how cold it was,
Ended up hurting myself.
Was like the bullet from a gun straight to your heart,
Made my soul die on the spot.
They said you were cruel,
Me Protested against them.
Had no points with I,
Still never gave up.
Don't know why you are so shut down,
Like the abandoned factory.
Where people just come and go
for when they seek help.
Death causes damage,
Breakup leaves marks
Abandonment eats you alive
I wonder if its a mixture.
Don't know if me should take your attitude anymore,
Somethings tells me not to give up on you.
For I can assure you that the brightest people have darkest secrets,
Want to bring your bright side
For the coldest people have the real them inside.
For I know how cruel the world can be,
No one is keen to find the good.
It's just the mistakes that they see,
Just like I have done above.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight
Poetry"No such thing ever shined so bright , like my thoughts in midnight." ~ Hafsa Khan •●•●•●•●•●•●•●• I have been meaning to find a right or rather suitable name for a book so that I can stuff my poems in. So just as th...
