How long has it been since I last felt this way,
How far is the drift that has gone astray,
To think I could go on without losing composure,
To carry on with this life excluding you from the picture...
You will always be there in the shadow of my heart,
Harassing whats left of whats been built from the start,
It has been years of me harboring this continuous torture,
For I have chosen a perverse turn from my life's juncture...
Bone
22 April 2011
4:31 am
I love those 8 lines, both two para, this one particular poem.
ReplyDeletep/s : I think like it when you write in English.
The feeling(s) expressed couldn't be more precise.
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thank u...:)
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