He can't fall asleep tonight
Despite the
will of the world
Because peace
is not a gift
Nor a feeling
A feeling he
deserves
Still it
comes to her each night
Despite, a
war inside their heads
She can see
him happy
And so she is
glad
And she is
the mother to his love
But he grew
up a runaway
When he was
drowning in the storm
She reached
out and pulled him ashore
And she wakes
up every morning
With his arms
dead by her side
And as he
wraps them around her
She feels he
wraps the truth in a lie
He watched
her drink her pain away
A little at a
time
But she never
can't get drunk enough
To get him
off her mind
And he was
the killer of her heart
But he
thought it was best not to say
When he left
her drowning in the rain
Though he'd
tried, he know
He'll never
know her pain...
~~~~~~~~
© Vikas Singh and Surreal Aberrant
2 comments:
Very well written :-)
Likha hai jo tumne aaj
Samajh nai aata mujhko fir bhi kuch khaas
Wo tum hi ho naa parchaaiyo mei?
Par main ab bhi nai hun tumhare kisi sanrachna mei
Chalo at least there is still someone you consider as "the truth"
Because I for one know that I can never figure out if it was/is/ever be "you".
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