For all the difficult times that came upon ,
Forcing me to fall down and yell in despair,
You offered a helping hand to me
Encouraging me to stand up and face it.
Crying in silence and waiting long,
For him to approach and care for me.
It was all an illusion,I used often,
To console myself saying ‘It's okay’.
I always waited for him to see me
But when I turned, he left,
Waving hands with someone else.
Leaving me alone,he went.
Now, when I hold my pillow, crying,
I thought of you who never hurt me.
Running to you, to apologise, the only way I knew.
I saw you crying, till your heart bursted
You saw me and gave a smile, hiding your tears,
Turned back and cried, I understood,
I apologized and asked for your hand,
But “It is too late”, you said.
Again on this quiet road, I cried,
This time, you too went.
Leaving me alone, for a good cause,
That is to make me stand on my own.
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Real Me: MISSING
PoetryA collection of poems which were written by the missing me in solitude, in a reality-struck phase. Note: The parts are not interconnected. They are separate poems.
