It has been enough of he and he,
Now the word I live is “I”
He left me beside the gushing sea,
And I left without a sigh.
There is this bright morning sky,
Waiting to show me a better tomorrow.
When he left my hand without a cry…
Why should I live in sorrow?
The love, the kisses and the hugs,
All so false and fake.
There’s no reason why I should be stuck,
In all the lies he’d make.
While I pack up to walk ahead,
Let him float in the world of fancies and whims.
For now , he has lost the bet.
The loser my dear, is not me , but him.
-Alisha
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14 years ago
2 comments:
hey u got it right........
nice collection of poems....
iz ny1 written by U..........?
every poem is by me..
tis my trust
my self..
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