#JOHNPAUL
#Review
#Notpoetry
Patriarchy is a Cage
Bought by a Father
Guarded by a Brother
Rewelded by a Son
But Alas! It's taught and trained to them by their own mother's!
Oh what great Tragedy!
#Review
#Notpoetry
Patriarchy is a Cage
Bought by a Father
Guarded by a Brother
Rewelded by a Son
But Alas! It's taught and trained to them by their own mother's!
Oh what great Tragedy!
Was that my mistake
Or "a mistake",
Whatever that was
But my love wasn't fake
If u think that was fake
Then,I am really sorry for my mistake
That day when,
My feelings were deceived
I hardly believed
I was in great pain
Waiting for some "love rain''
I tried to forget u
But I couldn't
I tried to hate u
But I couldn't
To live alone
I tried to be stone
But unfortunate me,you are so lovable!
My love grew more and more,
Even though, it was like
A bare ship on the shore.
#poetry
#review
Or "a mistake",
Whatever that was
But my love wasn't fake
If u think that was fake
Then,I am really sorry for my mistake
That day when,
My feelings were deceived
I hardly believed
I was in great pain
Waiting for some "love rain''
I tried to forget u
But I couldn't
I tried to hate u
But I couldn't
To live alone
I tried to be stone
But unfortunate me,you are so lovable!
My love grew more and more,
Even though, it was like
A bare ship on the shore.
#poetry
#review
My love
I see you when I close my eyes.
but can't when I open them..
They call me a fool..
But my love for you is a fool..
I tried to forget you.. Hii
But I noticed that I was moving towards you..
Does it happens only with me..
Or it happens with you too..
But the never changes..
Is that. " I love you "
@T65ts
#poetry
#review
I see you when I close my eyes.
but can't when I open them..
They call me a fool..
But my love for you is a fool..
I tried to forget you.. Hii
But I noticed that I was moving towards you..
Does it happens only with me..
Or it happens with you too..
But the never changes..
Is that. " I love you "
@T65ts
#poetry
#review
My love.
I see you when I close my eyes..
But can't when I open them..
They call me a fool..
But my love for you is a fool..
I tried to forget you..
But I noticed i was moving towards you..
Does it happens only with me..
Or it happens with you too..
But a thing will never change..
That " I love you "
#@T65ts
#review
#poetry
I see you when I close my eyes..
But can't when I open them..
They call me a fool..
But my love for you is a fool..
I tried to forget you..
But I noticed i was moving towards you..
Does it happens only with me..
Or it happens with you too..
But a thing will never change..
That " I love you "
#@T65ts
#review
#poetry
👍1
My love.
I see you when I close my eyes..
But can't when I open them..
They call me a fool..
But my love for you is a fool..
I tried to forget you..
But I noticed i was moving towards you..
Does it happens only with me..
Or it happens with you too..
But a thing will never change..
That " I love you "
#Trisha
#review
#poetry
I see you when I close my eyes..
But can't when I open them..
They call me a fool..
But my love for you is a fool..
I tried to forget you..
But I noticed i was moving towards you..
Does it happens only with me..
Or it happens with you too..
But a thing will never change..
That " I love you "
#Trisha
#review
#poetry
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
WHEREVER IT COMES FROM IT'S UP TO YOU
From flowers arise fruits
that carry seeds inside,
which are involved in
a juicy and sweet pulp,
protected by a thin but firm husk.
From embryo begins life,
after a while in the mother's womb,
the child starts growing and
later on, becomes able to generate new seeds.
That way, life keeps on going.
From words, books are written
and their contents cannot be
inferred by the cover akin to some fruit
or a person, both may not be
judged founded on their looks.
From knowledge, wisdom is built
but it only happens if the reader
is ready to dive deep into
the reading to see beyond words.
Moreover, step into action is paramount.
From the practice of meditation accrue perceptions.
The awareness of here and now. Which is indeed essential to unveil who you are. A way to notice how every single
day is a precious gift. Take a chance any time dibbling your seeds
in the earth. Fill with gratitude and renew life.
WHEREVER IT COMES FROM IT'S UP TO YOU
From flowers arise fruits
that carry seeds inside,
which are involved in
a juicy and sweet pulp,
protected by a thin but firm husk.
From embryo begins life,
after a while in the mother's womb,
the child starts growing and
later on, becomes able to generate new seeds.
That way, life keeps on going.
From words, books are written
and their contents cannot be
inferred by the cover akin to some fruit
or a person, both may not be
judged founded on their looks.
From knowledge, wisdom is built
but it only happens if the reader
is ready to dive deep into
the reading to see beyond words.
Moreover, step into action is paramount.
From the practice of meditation accrue perceptions.
The awareness of here and now. Which is indeed essential to unveil who you are. A way to notice how every single
day is a precious gift. Take a chance any time dibbling your seeds
in the earth. Fill with gratitude and renew life.
The unspoken silence, unseen sight all felt like the unfelt feeling.
My nose could talk, my ears could speak and my stomach could breath.
Nails growing on my head and hair on my finger tips felt like what I could never imagine till when.....when my heart was pumping water instead of blood and my beard grew on my forehead.
No, this is not a dream but a hypo.. What if?
#Sam Git- Samir #review
My nose could talk, my ears could speak and my stomach could breath.
Nails growing on my head and hair on my finger tips felt like what I could never imagine till when.....when my heart was pumping water instead of blood and my beard grew on my forehead.
No, this is not a dream but a hypo.. What if?
#Sam Git- Samir #review
#firstpoemforthegroup #poetry #feelings #review
Infinite number of unanswered questions, millions of doubts in answered ones, thousands of tears went in vain,
listening your ten hundred lies long train,
I know,
I understand,
truth you kept un-turn,
was to save me from each and every burn,
and lies you made,
was to make bad memories fade,
but,
your un-turn pages of the book,
where the pages where I wrote,
about my sinking boat,
sinking -because of the lies you made,
that did not do good to me but made me feel dead,
I hope you talk your heart out to me,
Because that's the only thing I want to see,
I desire to know know you more,
only then can I store the memories that is sweet,
and can forget the ones that are sore.
~pihu
Infinite number of unanswered questions, millions of doubts in answered ones, thousands of tears went in vain,
listening your ten hundred lies long train,
I know,
I understand,
truth you kept un-turn,
was to save me from each and every burn,
and lies you made,
was to make bad memories fade,
but,
your un-turn pages of the book,
where the pages where I wrote,
about my sinking boat,
sinking -because of the lies you made,
that did not do good to me but made me feel dead,
I hope you talk your heart out to me,
Because that's the only thing I want to see,
I desire to know know you more,
only then can I store the memories that is sweet,
and can forget the ones that are sore.
~pihu
When the flowers bloom,
A gentle breeze flows ,
The friendly neighborhood dog,
Takes a shit on the flower 🌸.
The stain remains, even when it rains.
#review
A gentle breeze flows ,
The friendly neighborhood dog,
Takes a shit on the flower 🌸.
The stain remains, even when it rains.
#review
#review #poetry #cat
The morning sings
for the winter sun
to warm the coldest month.
Little children
covered in sweaters and caps,
with jumbo boots
and gloved hands,
ready to roll
giant balls of snow
satisfying their childish goals.
Somewhere,
far away,
a beautiful lake crystallised,
lovers skating on it's marvellous ice.
They witness
magic emanating
as they swirl in joy.
A road dressed in hailstones;
adorned with trees
and a little girl
along with her grandpa
strolled watching the dew drops
on the leaves.
As they walked along,
Grandpa said something
almost as a whisper,
"The time of the year
when the blowing wind
gives you a shiver
and the rare arrival
of the sun
makes you smile
more often than any candy
and like any candy
you wrap yourself
in cozy blankets
because this magical season
sprinkles snowflakes from above
as an enchanted form of love!❤️
The morning sings
for the winter sun
to warm the coldest month.
Little children
covered in sweaters and caps,
with jumbo boots
and gloved hands,
ready to roll
giant balls of snow
satisfying their childish goals.
Somewhere,
far away,
a beautiful lake crystallised,
lovers skating on it's marvellous ice.
They witness
magic emanating
as they swirl in joy.
A road dressed in hailstones;
adorned with trees
and a little girl
along with her grandpa
strolled watching the dew drops
on the leaves.
As they walked along,
Grandpa said something
almost as a whisper,
"The time of the year
when the blowing wind
gives you a shiver
and the rare arrival
of the sun
makes you smile
more often than any candy
and like any candy
you wrap yourself
in cozy blankets
because this magical season
sprinkles snowflakes from above
as an enchanted form of love!❤️
Omg..💐
Oh my God plz help me..
Change my fortune and give me some things..🔮
Make my future bright..
And never let me go out of the light..💡
See the world so high..
Just give me some wings and make me fly..🕊️
All the trouble may go away..
Just be with me and lead my way.. ↔️
And last thing only for my love..
Who loves me and to whom I love..❤️
Make my dreams so bright..
Plz do a thing just like this sight.. 😁
#Trisha
#review
#poetry
Oh my God plz help me..
Change my fortune and give me some things..🔮
Make my future bright..
And never let me go out of the light..💡
See the world so high..
Just give me some wings and make me fly..🕊️
All the trouble may go away..
Just be with me and lead my way.. ↔️
And last thing only for my love..
Who loves me and to whom I love..❤️
Make my dreams so bright..
Plz do a thing just like this sight.. 😁
#Trisha
#review
#poetry
Heaven knows my heart flows when I'm into somebody new
I might live on love, cry and laugh, I got adicted to you
I have a song, to stay out long, cause we were meant to be
I want to fly, that is not a lie, with you next to me
But you got to fall, a heart at all, you go along with the flow
Hear my sound, drop in town, this time I want to grow
#review #thraichard #out
I might live on love, cry and laugh, I got adicted to you
I have a song, to stay out long, cause we were meant to be
I want to fly, that is not a lie, with you next to me
But you got to fall, a heart at all, you go along with the flow
Hear my sound, drop in town, this time I want to grow
#review #thraichard #out
A place beneath the basement.
Scratched walls,
a glass window with sticking dirt and moss.
A completely stained floor
and a broken mirror reflecting it all.
I have torn flesh layering my palms and sole of feet.
Bruised blood dripping skin.
My bones stretch at their best to tear me.
I can't help feeling lonely.
I see my demons
devouring my energy
but all I do
is crawl
and scratch the walls.
I yell though my voice is weak.
I suffocate
and force myself to breathe.
I can't relax
as if I'm being churned in agony.
24-7 my eyes are wide open
and I drown in thoughts
of no pure sense.
I remained silent
but I could no longer absorb my tears.
So I erupted.
When I did...
I growled like an animal
and lost my control.
I strangled myself
and pierced my skin.
I banged the mirror
and watched it bleed.
I've been like this ever since I locked myself in a place beneath the basement.
#review #poetry #cat
Scratched walls,
a glass window with sticking dirt and moss.
A completely stained floor
and a broken mirror reflecting it all.
I have torn flesh layering my palms and sole of feet.
Bruised blood dripping skin.
My bones stretch at their best to tear me.
I can't help feeling lonely.
I see my demons
devouring my energy
but all I do
is crawl
and scratch the walls.
I yell though my voice is weak.
I suffocate
and force myself to breathe.
I can't relax
as if I'm being churned in agony.
24-7 my eyes are wide open
and I drown in thoughts
of no pure sense.
I remained silent
but I could no longer absorb my tears.
So I erupted.
When I did...
I growled like an animal
and lost my control.
I strangled myself
and pierced my skin.
I banged the mirror
and watched it bleed.
I've been like this ever since I locked myself in a place beneath the basement.
#review #poetry #cat
A place beneath the basement.
Scratched walls,
a glass window with sticking dirt and moss.
A completely stained floor
and a broken mirror reflecting it all.
I have torn flesh layering my palms and sole of feet.
Bruised blood dripping skin.
My bones stretch at their best to tear me.
I can't help feeling lonely.
I see my demons
devouring my energy
but all I do
is crawl
and scratch the walls.
I yell though my voice is weak.
I suffocate
and force myself to breathe.
I can't relax
as if I'm being churned in agony.
24-7 my eyes are wide open
and I drown in thoughts
of no pure sense.
I remained silent
but I could no longer absorb my tears.
So I erupted.
When I did...
I growled like an animal
and lost my control.
I strangled myself
and pierced my skin.
I banged the mirror
and watched it bleed.
I've been like this ever since I locked myself in a place beneath the basement.
#review #poetry #cat
Scratched walls,
a glass window with sticking dirt and moss.
A completely stained floor
and a broken mirror reflecting it all.
I have torn flesh layering my palms and sole of feet.
Bruised blood dripping skin.
My bones stretch at their best to tear me.
I can't help feeling lonely.
I see my demons
devouring my energy
but all I do
is crawl
and scratch the walls.
I yell though my voice is weak.
I suffocate
and force myself to breathe.
I can't relax
as if I'm being churned in agony.
24-7 my eyes are wide open
and I drown in thoughts
of no pure sense.
I remained silent
but I could no longer absorb my tears.
So I erupted.
When I did...
I growled like an animal
and lost my control.
I strangled myself
and pierced my skin.
I banged the mirror
and watched it bleed.
I've been like this ever since I locked myself in a place beneath the basement.
#review #poetry #cat
P1 They told me I was purple when they pulled me out. My body constricted and suffocated from the transfer into the light. My family often brought up how I flailed my little legs and waved my small arms to try and grab the air and push it down my tiny nose and mouth. When I finally found it, it came flooding into my lungs. And, I was still suffocated once more, in a different way. And once more, my tiny body flailed, this time with a cry.
Eyeblinks, long naps, and fuzzy faces later, I remember myself running as a boy. Like every child, I was fearless when it was time to make silly faces and running as though my legs could fall off any minute now. I will never forget how I was everyone I wanted to be all at once. Who knew that that youth meant being passionate about everything at the same time. And it was the type of passion that came with so much confidence that you believe you could do anything. The type of passion that turned into anger if you failed on your first try. So much fury that you keep trying and trying, even if you keep failing. And when you did achieve it, you would smile at yourself, with as many teeth as you could reveal and nod your head like " there you go. I told you, you could do it".
A time where every time you looked in the mirror all you could see was who you could be, and if you listened closely you could hear lively rock music. With fun guitars and young men screaming "life is for the living". The same tracks you heard while you dreamt. And if you were anything like me, you surely danced to the music even if you didn’t know what the words meant then. You would dance on the tables, spinning, leaping, tapping, and knocking. As if you would take off at any moment and start to soar with the birds. And you'd look aside to see the tiny sad things that often bring you down vanish into the clouds.
In child o'clock, you're accepted like never before. You're forgiven for being yourself and there's never a right or wrong question. You could try everything you could get your hands on. Not knowing was a virtue, expected and innocence often trumped over ignorance. And in the tiny chance that you crack under the weight of the world. You could cry, and every time you did. The world responded with hugs and consolation.
Things start to change, and you notice funny little things. You notice how different everything is for people older than you. As in times when you were forced to do or say some things that you didn't agree with and you voiced your displeasure, their inherited biases jump at you with claws and teeth sharp. You would also notice the confusion in their actions. For instance, when they fought, it was different. We did fight too but we never fight with the ones we love. But they did, and they had silly excuses for it.
Time starts to tick and tock and the path starts to fade away. You lose your way and the world jumps out from nowhere and strikes you with a punch in the face. You probably remember how angry it was at you because it kept punching and punching you. You, becoming smaller as it overwhelms you and asks how could you have ever assumed that you could take over. How could you have ever assumed that you could change it? The next thing you remember is how you couldn’t cry. Suffocated again by whatever stereotypes and societal norms you had to stick to.
The type of suffocation that brings back old memories, good and bad. Anxiety and hormones wrestled with these memories to dress them up as crazed nostalgia or trauma and let them loose so they ran rampant in you.
Now more aware and conscious, you start to see the lingering expectations and perversions of the people that care about you. You look above and you notice how far those expectations are from who you are and what you want to be. Again, if you're anything like me, this is the part where you'll remain paralyzed and immobile. You gradually settle into the abyss that is you. You make friends with the monsters and the well-dressed traumas.
#story #essay #review
Eyeblinks, long naps, and fuzzy faces later, I remember myself running as a boy. Like every child, I was fearless when it was time to make silly faces and running as though my legs could fall off any minute now. I will never forget how I was everyone I wanted to be all at once. Who knew that that youth meant being passionate about everything at the same time. And it was the type of passion that came with so much confidence that you believe you could do anything. The type of passion that turned into anger if you failed on your first try. So much fury that you keep trying and trying, even if you keep failing. And when you did achieve it, you would smile at yourself, with as many teeth as you could reveal and nod your head like " there you go. I told you, you could do it".
A time where every time you looked in the mirror all you could see was who you could be, and if you listened closely you could hear lively rock music. With fun guitars and young men screaming "life is for the living". The same tracks you heard while you dreamt. And if you were anything like me, you surely danced to the music even if you didn’t know what the words meant then. You would dance on the tables, spinning, leaping, tapping, and knocking. As if you would take off at any moment and start to soar with the birds. And you'd look aside to see the tiny sad things that often bring you down vanish into the clouds.
In child o'clock, you're accepted like never before. You're forgiven for being yourself and there's never a right or wrong question. You could try everything you could get your hands on. Not knowing was a virtue, expected and innocence often trumped over ignorance. And in the tiny chance that you crack under the weight of the world. You could cry, and every time you did. The world responded with hugs and consolation.
Things start to change, and you notice funny little things. You notice how different everything is for people older than you. As in times when you were forced to do or say some things that you didn't agree with and you voiced your displeasure, their inherited biases jump at you with claws and teeth sharp. You would also notice the confusion in their actions. For instance, when they fought, it was different. We did fight too but we never fight with the ones we love. But they did, and they had silly excuses for it.
Time starts to tick and tock and the path starts to fade away. You lose your way and the world jumps out from nowhere and strikes you with a punch in the face. You probably remember how angry it was at you because it kept punching and punching you. You, becoming smaller as it overwhelms you and asks how could you have ever assumed that you could take over. How could you have ever assumed that you could change it? The next thing you remember is how you couldn’t cry. Suffocated again by whatever stereotypes and societal norms you had to stick to.
The type of suffocation that brings back old memories, good and bad. Anxiety and hormones wrestled with these memories to dress them up as crazed nostalgia or trauma and let them loose so they ran rampant in you.
Now more aware and conscious, you start to see the lingering expectations and perversions of the people that care about you. You look above and you notice how far those expectations are from who you are and what you want to be. Again, if you're anything like me, this is the part where you'll remain paralyzed and immobile. You gradually settle into the abyss that is you. You make friends with the monsters and the well-dressed traumas.
#story #essay #review
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
WE ARE LOSING THE GAME
An invisible critter
is startling people everywhere.
It arose from nowhere
and carries on challenging
the world of science.
Alongside this riddle,
there is another dare.
Dealing with the gruff change
in life rhythm as the future
becomes a huge question mark.
While the critter scatters
a fraught dubious scenario
scares weakened people
struggling against the unknown
and fighting to stay alive.
Rulers opt for their self-preservation in disregard of people insofar they act with no shame,
unabashedly, in order to keep the power
and preserve shady deals
at any cost even massive death.
The lack of leadership committed to
the right to life is propelling the critter
to seize power, to control
the game, letting people adrift,
forsaken in their own luck.
WE ARE LOSING THE GAME
An invisible critter
is startling people everywhere.
It arose from nowhere
and carries on challenging
the world of science.
Alongside this riddle,
there is another dare.
Dealing with the gruff change
in life rhythm as the future
becomes a huge question mark.
While the critter scatters
a fraught dubious scenario
scares weakened people
struggling against the unknown
and fighting to stay alive.
Rulers opt for their self-preservation in disregard of people insofar they act with no shame,
unabashedly, in order to keep the power
and preserve shady deals
at any cost even massive death.
The lack of leadership committed to
the right to life is propelling the critter
to seize power, to control
the game, letting people adrift,
forsaken in their own luck.
Love..❤️
Are u the one who made my feelings grow..
When is see you I start to lose control..❤️
My heart starts beating faster..
When my love arises..❤️
Those feelings who are sleeping..
Open their eyes only for you..❤️
My heart saying..
To keep you always in front of me..❤️
Is it the love, everyone afraids of..
Or the love iam blessed of..❤️
#Trisha
#review
#poetry
Are u the one who made my feelings grow..
When is see you I start to lose control..❤️
My heart starts beating faster..
When my love arises..❤️
Those feelings who are sleeping..
Open their eyes only for you..❤️
My heart saying..
To keep you always in front of me..❤️
Is it the love, everyone afraids of..
Or the love iam blessed of..❤️
#Trisha
#review
#poetry
We Both Are Liars
Fell in love like the rain
Before my mind came to sense,
That was hardest thing to tell you
But you made me fly when said "I love you too".
One meter was too far then
When youthful love was in our vain.
Spring in life never stay longer
Because this is reality not Disney, O' my lover.
Things got complicated
And lead to a dead end,
"This is over forever," we told
But never meant the same.
This feeling we bear
Is dragging us to deeper,
Fighting hard to hide it
Still love is showing its cover
I know this isn't fair
Because we both are liars...
#review #poetry
Fell in love like the rain
Before my mind came to sense,
That was hardest thing to tell you
But you made me fly when said "I love you too".
One meter was too far then
When youthful love was in our vain.
Spring in life never stay longer
Because this is reality not Disney, O' my lover.
Things got complicated
And lead to a dead end,
"This is over forever," we told
But never meant the same.
This feeling we bear
Is dragging us to deeper,
Fighting hard to hide it
Still love is showing its cover
I know this isn't fair
Because we both are liars...
#review #poetry
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
WE ARE LOSING THE GAME
An invisible critter
is startling people everywhere.
It arose from nowhere
and carries on challenging
the world of science.
Alongside this riddle,
there is another dare.
Dealing with the gruff change
in life rhythm as the future
becomes a huge question mark.
While the critter scatters
a fraught dubious scenario
scares weakened people
struggling against the unknown
and fighting to stay alive.
Rulers opt for their self-preservation in disregard of people insofar they act with no shame,
unabashedly, in order to keep the power
and preserve shady deals
at any cost even massive death.
The lack of leadership committed to
the right to life is propelling the critter
to seize power, to control
the game, letting people adrift,
forsaken in their own luck.
WE ARE LOSING THE GAME
An invisible critter
is startling people everywhere.
It arose from nowhere
and carries on challenging
the world of science.
Alongside this riddle,
there is another dare.
Dealing with the gruff change
in life rhythm as the future
becomes a huge question mark.
While the critter scatters
a fraught dubious scenario
scares weakened people
struggling against the unknown
and fighting to stay alive.
Rulers opt for their self-preservation in disregard of people insofar they act with no shame,
unabashedly, in order to keep the power
and preserve shady deals
at any cost even massive death.
The lack of leadership committed to
the right to life is propelling the critter
to seize power, to control
the game, letting people adrift,
forsaken in their own luck.
The Rim
#Abhijit #review
It is the rim
It may overflow
It’s at the bottom edges of my eyes
And if it falls it may glow.
I never thought I will leave you
I thought you would cry
I believed you to be my Mud house
But you were just a sand castle which would vanish as the waves goes by
Now turning towards the past, I see
What a fool was I
For I was the one to think that unsolicited love would be enough
But it occurred to me now that even your beautiful eyes were a bluff.
Why you kept your nature in clandestine?
Why did you even care?
I may forgive you but never forget
Because for me it was never fair
Now drops are flowing from my eyes
But the pain is beyond compare
The dam has broken, the flood has started
I can’t stop it anymore. My heart is impaired.
#Abhijit #review
It is the rim
It may overflow
It’s at the bottom edges of my eyes
And if it falls it may glow.
I never thought I will leave you
I thought you would cry
I believed you to be my Mud house
But you were just a sand castle which would vanish as the waves goes by
Now turning towards the past, I see
What a fool was I
For I was the one to think that unsolicited love would be enough
But it occurred to me now that even your beautiful eyes were a bluff.
Why you kept your nature in clandestine?
Why did you even care?
I may forgive you but never forget
Because for me it was never fair
Now drops are flowing from my eyes
But the pain is beyond compare
The dam has broken, the flood has started
I can’t stop it anymore. My heart is impaired.
Fake love..💔
So afraid to love anyone again..
With a face expressing all in vain..😔
Feeling bad for my own feelings..
With a sad and broken heart..💔
Unable to understand anything..
Not able to share how iam feeling.😣
Why played with until I broke..
And later left me and forgotten..😥
My love still so kind..
Waiting for you to say it's all lie..😢
But the bitter truth never changed..
Your fake love is more bitter than any thing else..😒
May this day will never repair..
In any other life..😖
I wish no one will suffer..
With the curse of fake love like mine..🥺
#Trisha
#poetry
#review
So afraid to love anyone again..
With a face expressing all in vain..😔
Feeling bad for my own feelings..
With a sad and broken heart..💔
Unable to understand anything..
Not able to share how iam feeling.😣
Why played with until I broke..
And later left me and forgotten..😥
My love still so kind..
Waiting for you to say it's all lie..😢
But the bitter truth never changed..
Your fake love is more bitter than any thing else..😒
May this day will never repair..
In any other life..😖
I wish no one will suffer..
With the curse of fake love like mine..🥺
#Trisha
#poetry
#review