I ponder a lot over silly little mistakes
Even after knowing life isn't roses and sweet cakes
I cry over the needle you pricked me with
Turning blind eye on the knife that is dangling from your skin beneath
I hate you because of my scars
I also love you because I am a curse
Fate isn't friendly lately I know
But to dua's God doesn't say No
I stand on my two feet but I dangle in the air
I want to shout out my lungs that life isn't fair
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT MIND
Poetrywriting words that the heart utters The thoughts the minds ponders The verses the mouth is too ashamed to mutter
