To those who love her she's the best
The very sweetest thing than the rest
But in real she's a broken and distorted art
Outwardly she plays well her part
Walking, her feet dont sink the ground
The rustling of the leaves is her only sound
Her mind is like the autumn branches
Which has no life when chilly breeze touches
Her world is very lonely and limited
Black and grey are the colors she painted
Those colors shade her life light and dark
Randomly thunder and lightning show their sparks
Like a child she weeps with innocence
This is known only by her in her hell
Slipping down as she climbs the life rope
She almost lost her deep longing hope
The very sweetest thing than the rest
But in real she's a broken and distorted art
Outwardly she plays well her part
Walking, her feet dont sink the ground
The rustling of the leaves is her only sound
Her mind is like the autumn branches
Which has no life when chilly breeze touches
Her world is very lonely and limited
Black and grey are the colors she painted
Those colors shade her life light and dark
Randomly thunder and lightning show their sparks
Like a child she weeps with innocence
This is known only by her in her hell
Slipping down as she climbs the life rope
She almost lost her deep longing hope
3 comments:
Naaz New Poem is Awesum :)..u Can say Sometimes.. When v Cant express our Lonliness Feelings..ur Poems Says Everything :) Its Just Beyond Words :) Loved it
this poem of ur describe hoe mmuch lonely you are. But kidos you manage this . Adois
Dont Be Lonely .. im wd u Pal pal ... Awesum Poem ..
Love you
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