She's the girl I love,
I wanted to scream,
Scream so loud, that
Each person on earth,
Could hear it clearly.
But it's the cruel game, or,
Twist of fate, I guess,
That the girl I love, is now,
Laying peaceful in the coffin,
With a piece of paper, saying,
I'm going to be your secret.
What he once wanted the world to know,
Is now going to be his secret of life
Which the world will never know.
Wished it hadn't ended this way..
I just wished...
- borntowinash
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Poetry"Only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame" (Started:- 24 - January - 2019) (Completed:- 22 - March - 2019)
