WITH HER EYES WATERING,
HER TEARS WERE QUESTIONING,
THE WRONG THINGS THAT WERE DONE TO HER.
HER TEARS ROLLED DOWN ASKING,
WHY WAS SHE BEING CURSED FOR NOTHING,
SHE HAS DONE WAS WRONG.
HER EYES WERE WATERING,
AND WERE LONGING,
TO UNDERSTAND HER FEELINGS THAT SHE
HAD BORED INSIDE HER HEART.
HER EYES WERE SWOLLEN,
WITH HER HEART BROKEN,
LONGING FOR THE SAME LOVE AND
AFFECTION THAT SHE HAD GIVEN...!
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ohkay now....its no more OMG-ish that i can relate to all ur poems....its just plain funny...lol....gud work.....
well as i told you...i was never into poems...but according to me they are nothing but catharsis...your poems reflect that there is so much in you that you want to express which you dont...u have a lot of emotions hidden which are trying to find a place for themselves.....i m not sure if im right on all dis or not....but i could decipher this only becoz i can relate to it...heehee....lifes funny naa....
@ niks..
Well i just imagined a gal so withered n wild just lyk me smtyms...da way i percieve it "lifes lyk a window pane today u hav everythin lots of frnds,money,places to go to,but den 1 day sm1 cms n shatters dat window.Wid dat brokn pieces of window ur happiness also shatters n left empty handed ponderin on ur fate".....U r ryt...:)
true....but wats imp is dat lyf also teaches u to bring those broken glass pieces together n build a new 'pane'...now its up to us if we want to or not....
i lyk it broken givin me pain while i cherish dose moments.....
dunno bout dat....but i guess i appreciate d way u have taken life as...guess life's a personal thing...one lives it d way one wants 2...
ummmmm!!!
now whats with poetry and pain; i need to figure out.
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