Mar 2017
After writing a lot of ****
I got to realize this bit
Not everything is for sharing
Not everyone deserves you caring.
With this she was not bearing
Once every fortnight she was calling
When I did see that phone ring
I just hated her, hated everything!
**© Ali Qureshi
I got to realize this bit
Not everything is for sharing
Not everyone deserves you caring.
With this she was not bearing
Once every fortnight she was calling
When I did see that phone ring
I just hated her, hated everything!
**© Ali Qureshi
I was asked by someone to write something simple and rhyming,
thus the title. And so I did write it, a while back, the poem
discusses a past love experience of mine.
thus the title. And so I did write it, a while back, the poem
discusses a past love experience of mine.
