When I see the Wild Ducks
Fly in the sky,
I knew the Winter was coming
To make me feel cold and dry.
Knew it was your time to leave
But I could not heave.
Had to be strong, just for your sake
By putting on a smile that was fake.
Yes, yes I am an eccedentesiast
Had to bid you like an enthusiast.
When I see the Wild Ducks
Fly in the Sky,
I knew the winter was coming,
People love it,I wonder why.
The dawn's foggy, nothing in sight.
Everything seems a blur,
No room for light.
Just like my heart where its dark.
But you ensured you made a mark.
This mark has left a scar,
Which people can see even from afar.
You made me numb, till I was black and blue,
But it's not your fault, I can't blame you.
When I see the Wild Ducks
Fly in the Sky,
I knew the winter was coming
But never knew my heart would literally fly,
Towards you.
You seemed like my Summer.
But I forgot that I'll always be just Winter,
Where people leave, to get warmer.
Now, I know why Wild Ducks
Fly in the Sky
during winter.
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Winter Blues
PoetryHeartbreak and Poetries? Yes. Cliché. Isn't it? But who doesn't like cliché stuff? Everyone is romantic at heart, it's just that you need to find 'The One'. But is 'The One' really your 'The One'? Or is it just your heart playing games? Winter has a...
