Forest shut down the light,
And nothing appears white.
You'r walking on street alone,
With a heart made of stone.
Don't carry your broken heart,
Give yourself a fresh start.
Your street is as sharp as knife,
But it is a way towards your life.
You won't hear anyone's scream,
On this boulevard of broken dreams.
But never loose your hope,
There always remains a scope.
Then there comes a turning,
But you keep on going for more learning .
It's your only life live it large,
Make your own street but make it large.
YOU ARE READING
Phantom
PoetryAll these poems are mine and I am writing these here to preserve my creativity. If you respect creativity then please take a look over here, read and appreciate my poems. Each poem has a hidden story inside it. None of the poems are related to my li...
