Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood,
Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries,
Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave,
Petals aren't always soft,
sometimes they prick the soul.
No plagiarism/No hat...
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wasn't it evident from how my cheerful cheeks turned dead in just a moment of your hatred that i wasn't a liar, that i was needy of you, to be the one for you?
couldn't you see that i wasn't greedy to have sent a letter without asking for love but just to bloom you?
couldn't you feel that my love was pure just like a lotus in pond, a singing nightingale, of a moonlit sky?
couldn't you understand how much you hurt my already destroyed heart before you dug it inside the barren earth?
couldn't you think twice before ruining a life, destroying dreams, shattering hopes, cutting wings?
didn't you repent or regret once for what you did to me stayed in my broken heart always, those words, those moments of overwhelming outburst?
didn't you intend to break my heart at a time i was the most afraid, for reasons unknown as, to you, it wasn't needed?
couldn't you give a little bit of your shade to someone, who craved to cover you with dark clouds when you were burning in flare?
why did you break that child's innocent ignored heart for he had nothing in his mind other than you and for him everyone else was just ignored behind Or maybe it's only beautiful bodies which were in your mind?
he didn't ask for love neither for poems but just to know you, to get chance to help you to listen to you, but none of the wishes fulfilled ever.
didn't you knew what it feels to be hated by the one you loved?
didn't you knew what it feels to be ignored by the one you loved?
was those small pen-crafted letters jotted down with glue from my dripping bleeding heart just nothing, useless for it was not something expensive like what you would get from someone else?
how many poets did write poems for you as much as me, how many lovers died everyday for so long as me so silently?
how many tried to notice every single letter you said remembered as if they're the treasures earned?
now what should i do if i didn't had that strength to love fully in fear of being hated but I'm already dead now even being loved doesn't makes any sense?
the world already killed me for i was being kind just like you unkind now what should i do when self love can't fill my void?
was it so easy to throw away someone to the bin say to forget you or maybe you never ever loved maybe that's why it was easy to say that?
how many of your too many "famed friends" had just you in their mind all the day and no one else all those months how many?
have you never loved anyone so much as to not be able to breathe without them, have you never been ignored by the people whom you trusted, have you never had feelings or emotions for a special someone, or have you never been broken maybe that's why it was easy for you to break, forget and leave him unnoticed forever?
then why did you? then why did you?
Answer me today, instead of simply running away!! Cause, my graveyard ghost still seeks answer only from you "Why did you kill me like that? Please don't go away..."
~ An agonised, broken, ruined, destroyed and insane ghost seeking answers.
