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Nov 2016
I woke up, I realized,
You were just a dream.
No more tears, could
Make it real. You
were the voice, that
made me cry, Your
lap was the pillows,
that cured my void,
But it was just a dream,
for a little night. But

I was the nightmare,
You ever saw. I am
really not just worthy.
I might have misunderstood,
the reality of life, the
ways of reality. Even
your the lightest actions,
felt mistakes to me,
But it was just things,
That just happened,
Should have happened.
Why couldn't I let go,
I don't know, I was just,
Not worthy, I never
understood. A fool I am.

Might I wet the pillows,
Alone for life, None might
ever hold my hands.
I don't care. I just
want my gravestone to say,
I loved you ...
So much thoughts ruin life, ruin beautiful relationships. Why not let go and start fresh?
Budhaditya Bose
Written by
Budhaditya Bose  India
(India)   
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   ---, deprivedkat, Glass, CLM and Doug Potter
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