If something that you look forward to,
Is snatched away from you. ..
That little spark of hope you had,
Is gone and you don't know what to do. ..
That little moment you had lived,
And gone with the times you had tripped,
You are just learning to walk again,
But hands of darkness you have gripped. ..
The little heaven you live in,
Turns bitter, much like medicine,
But you know what. ..
I'd rather have a bit of hell,
Than suffer in sweet heaven....!!!
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Silent Thoughts
PoetryMemories created by us are embedded in our minds, while some encounters are nerve wrecking and never forgotten, some remind us of a temporary paradise and, some leave deep impacts in our lives and scars in our hearts, in ways simple explainable...
