Loneliness
My mom is calling me to have a nap,
but no one knows I am already dreaming and I am truly glad.
I know I am bad at poetry,
I also know that I am spoiling all the symmetry.
But don't know why I can't resist,
coz now and then my love for you exist.
I am having a confusion as what to do now,
should I pretend that I don't love you, but the thing is how?
It is difficult to lie to our own soul,
when it knows that my heart has already been stole.
I am happy but sadness dominates,
I wish at-least for once our hearts could directly communicate.
-Bhuvna
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