This is my last poem for him
I am a sad poet without his love
My verses are dead and my heart is barren
My hand should never write sweet lines about his eyes
She owns him
She owns the man that I love
The night is crestfallen and the stars in my sky
Are gradually fading
This is the last night that I’ll cry
No tears should fall again from these eyes
To feel immense sorrow
To feel immense pain without his love
My tears can’t buy his heart
I have to wake up and go back to reality
He never loved me and I never owned him
It’s difficult to forget those eyes
It’d be like stopping my heart from beating
And my blood from flowing incessantly in my body
This is the last night that I’ll love him
This is the last night that I’ll worship the man who inspired my verses
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for him
My heart cares for him
My heart loves him
But he doesn’t need it
My verses are dead and my heart is barren
This is the last night of my life
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[by anonymous]
nice poem..
ReplyDeletethanks arvin...
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