May 2016
Words come quite easily to me. But whenever I'm trying to write about you... I feel inadequate.
I take pride in being a writer, the notorious person who makes magic with the pen and the paper.
But you render me helpless.. With no words to rhyme.
Do you see, The kind of effect you have over me?
You are turning a poet's life into a poetry.
I take pride in being a writer, the notorious person who makes magic with the pen and the paper.
But you render me helpless.. With no words to rhyme.
Do you see, The kind of effect you have over me?
You are turning a poet's life into a poetry.
But now that you've left me all alone in this madness of love,
I surrender myself to dwell in the pain of lost hope.
I see no beauty in this cruelty that you inflicted upon me..
I no longer wish upon the shooting stars,
Yet, I refuse to give up on those feelings that you had stirred in my heart.
My empty soul cries a woeful song for you to return..
Even though what you did was worse than a treason.
Your betrayal turned my most epic poetry into a tragedy.
I surrender myself to dwell in the pain of lost hope.
I see no beauty in this cruelty that you inflicted upon me..
I no longer wish upon the shooting stars,
Yet, I refuse to give up on those feelings that you had stirred in my heart.
My empty soul cries a woeful song for you to return..
Even though what you did was worse than a treason.
Your betrayal turned my most epic poetry into a tragedy.
