I was looking at the sky
To give me answers
Then I found myself
Looking at stars
That gave me questions
I loved the love
She brought to me
I hated the hate
She engrossed in me
With her little lies
She lies on her bed
With no doubt or regrets
She fakes her death
To every road I take
She follows
Even if I run she runs
I'm out of breath
I am lost
And again..
People staring at me
With their big pity eyes
When I gazed up at the sky
To give me answers
I found myself
Looking at stars
That gave questions
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Flowers From The Old Tree
Poetry'I open my eyes more often to see beautiful things in ugly things because nowadays no one is appreciating the beauty in the ugliness.' This collection of poems is a pile of papers that were lost and mostly ripped off, i could really relate to the...
