I should've known you never really cared,
The world is a liar and its stage you shared.
The mask you wore looked so preposterously true,
That I too was incarcerated in the trap set by you.
I did a few mistakes, but you should understand,
That sometimes even leaves rust and fall on the land.
It isn't their blemish, their fate is such,
Who can escape destiny's touch?
But perhaps that was too much to expect,
And now there's nothing left but to regret.
I wish I had seen the black before the white,
Perhaps then there would be a little less pain in what I write.
~*~
{Some people have pain in their lives. Others, lives in pain. }
20th may, 2017
6:35 p.m.
YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoesieI miss you, and I can't get over you. You bewitched me and forever left me in a state of lachrymose. #book 3 Cover by @deepan2486 Highest rank - #30 in poetry WINNER OF THE RHYME SCHOLAR AWARDS(WORDGASM) 2017
