These little words that you say,
You may not remember the next day,
But they keep running in my mind,
Reminding me of that dreadful time.
When I cowered under your gaze,
Just unable to stand unfazed.
The time I stood weak and unstable,
The time I just wasn't able,
To look straight into your eyes,
And then make you realize,
The harm you have caused,
The limits you have crossed.
Hurting me with your powerful words,
The whole scene is now all blurred.
Those words hit me hard.
Those words tore me apart.
You caused me so much of pain.
Please tell me, what did you gain?
~Sharanya
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Poesía" Give me a gem and I'll treasure it. Give me a rock, and I'll still treasure it with all my heart." Highest ranking: #53 in Poetry
