Sitting beside a lake,Lonely was her heart.
With lots of thoughts,Her mind was Whacking,
When something in her life was Lacking.
She fought,She argued,
She had no belief in people's words,
Until she herslf asked to God,
IS MY TRUE LOVE REALLY TRUE....?
The moment she got the answer,
Was the breathtaking moment of her life.
She felt like someone killed her Trust,
As her tears went in Dust.
Pinching,Paining,Aching....
She wished all this life was faking.
"Well..........."she thought.....
I wont waste my tears,
For such lying dears.
Whatever God does,
Is for our good.
Taking it as a bad dream,
Will remove his memory from my life's realm.
Or will take it as a good Lesson,
From life's small Session.
7 comments:
Well
I never expected to be that good a expression in the form of poems from you.
Keep it up.
Keep smiling.
well...its not my expression its just my thought....an imagination...which is here in d form of a poem.
get it dear....:)
n thnx.
well,
thoughts are called expression when they are expressed in any form...
Really or Imaginary doesn't matter as such.
okay...
loved ur poem totllly......it so fits in2 my lyf ryt nw
:)
okay....thanks mariah...:)
Dont waste your tears on love
Because love is a myth.
Life is colorful
If you make it so.
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