sadness has its face
but never has its name
a knot inside
very well hidden
in ones mind
the hurt is growing
inch by inch
flowing in each heartbeat
ease it if you can
but never
there will be no one
only truthful lies
of someone waiting.
nothing is there
only a reflection of your solitude.
Copyright 2008 Micgui
Copyright 2008 Micgui
“Flowing in each heartbeat” is a beautiful expression. Loved it. But right after that, I didn’t quite understand
Really liked the poem. Even the pain that gave birth to this (I know this probably sounds strange).
Comment by Ritwik Banerjee — August 19, 2008 @ 9:57 am