Beneath the ocean,
I struggled hard,
To see the never ending sky.
Eventually drowning more and more,
I left the desire to try
Death was calling out for me.
The few minutes of breath,
Left me thinking of the confession,
Proposed by you with a fake smile.
I was fooled by you.
Those lovely gifts of love,
Were only an excuse,
To let me believe in you.
I was loved so cunningly,
Even, I had no fear of loneliness.
The day you came to me,
With that villian face of yours,
And just uttered 'I HATE YOU'
My happiness knew no bounds,
Which left me with a desire to die
The death at last reached,
And now, the time is up.
But those few hours of struggle,
Made my heart stronger.
I faced my death bravely.
My body must have been weak,
But my soul has grew up,
To be a revengeful ones.
Each day I roam here and there,
Looking for you.
I'll come to you,
To return all the favours,
Offered by you.
With the same smile,
But a heart full of rage.
I will not be the one,
Who will leave you with pity,
Rather I will dig you live,
In my silent grave.
Cause you messed up with me
Your death will be the last gift,
Gifted from me to you.
I know you will always remember me.
As I gifted you something that no one ever can.
People will remember us being ‘Rivalry of lovers’.
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Real Me: MISSING
PuisiA 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.
