Soon clouds had enveloped the sky,
It was like the lord himself wanted to cry.Oh pity me Lord!
I request thee to either give me a life..
or let me die by cutting my hand with a knife.After all what else is left,
Nothing else but me becoming a bereft.I can see you smirk,
On looking at the world's biggest jerk.But you know what?!
I'll find her for sure,
Who cares if I'm immature.You sigh?
But..
Let me tell you,
I have faith in my love,
Not in the one who lives aboveI just know that,
"She and I are meant... To be..."
"She and I are yet...To be..."
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Yet To Be
PoetryPoetry - #43 - 14.5.16 What if you're life turned out to change, By that just one person who appeared all of a sudden. What if she meant the whole world to you, Before you even heard her voice. What if the love was one-sided, Not even a notice. What...