I run with bleeding feet,
Breathing the unheard treat,
An urge for tears to show up,
Why this feeling is cropping up?
May be a sign of being an adult,
Emotions are being subject to cult,
Roller coaster spree is killing inside,
Chopping the veins to have him beside.
Gigantic headache & lump in throat,
Each day I slowly rot,
I know I cannot be his desire,
For he has plenty of pretty faces to hire.
As we laugh of at stupid jokes,
Somewhere the silent winds mock,
Weird this phase has become,
I wish I could call him my handsome.
Breathing the unheard treat,
An urge for tears to show up,
Why this feeling is cropping up?
May be a sign of being an adult,
Emotions are being subject to cult,
Roller coaster spree is killing inside,
Chopping the veins to have him beside.
Gigantic headache & lump in throat,
Each day I slowly rot,
I know I cannot be his desire,
For he has plenty of pretty faces to hire.
As we laugh of at stupid jokes,
Somewhere the silent winds mock,
Weird this phase has become,
I wish I could call him my handsome.
9 comments:
The last line, killed it :)
You never know until you try, and you never try because you cannot afford to lose.
Life, is such.
Nice one!
Blasphemous Aesthete
Really good, Sunakshi :)Touching one...
I have tagged you in my Post- http://anitaexplorer.blogspot.in/2013/12/pass-parcel.html :)
Pl do take a look and find time to respond by writing a Post! :)
i would like to borrow the words from Enrique,
I'm not in love
It's just the phase that I'm going through
I'm always looking for something new
But don't go running away
greatly written by you :)
My goodness my adamant witch!!!
You are superb!!!
soooooo good with words. excellently crafted!!!!!
Teeheee Thank You! :D
Wow!
very beautiful!
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