It's not virtuous,
I wrote poetries about you
The only one who is all to me.
My paradise, my garden
Where once rose bloomed
And where every lie faded.
Suddenly I notice rhythm getting changed
And beautiful buildings are fracturing
I don't see you smiling
Wearing a disguise all time
Who you try'na show?
They say it's alright.
It's not only me,
Don't need to fix segments
I'm lost,
I lost my home.
It's not fair
I wasn't apprised about squalls
The treacherous who set fire to evergreen surrounding.
My paradise, my garden
Where once rose bloomed
And tears never shaded.
Suddenly I feel feeble
And fall down on streets
I don't see you freeting
Immersed in people's attention.
Who you actually care?
They say it's alright.
It's not only me,
Don't need to fix segments
I'm lost,
I lost my home.
It's not wanted,
I squandered so much emotions
The one who never stayed same.
My paradise, my garden
Where once rose bloomed
And my heart anticipated to stick.
Suddenly I heard my name
And perceived me far away from you.
I don't see you affected
Only loving her so much.
Who knew you're not different?
They say it's alright.
It's not only me,
Don't need to die
I'm lost,
I lost my home,
Maybe not my home.
YOU ARE READING
𝙴𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚎𝚘𝚗: A Poetry Collection
Poetry"We're little and fallible humans. We don't possess the capability to obtain prophecy of forthcoming occasions arising in our life. We look worn out, get lost and face a bout of depression and apprehension" My Poetry Collection "Enigmatic Aeon" is t...
