You said all writers and poet
Have their own reasons to write
That it's the feelings they carry
That makes others cry at sight
That your reason to write
Was to keep yourself busy
That the voices inside of you
Made your thoughts hazy
They said that your hospital attire
Dimmed you of all your light
But I knew you and I were meant to be
The moment I held you in sight
People told me not to love you
That you weren't worth my time
But on contrary to their believe
You made my time divine.
Even though they thought your body's a mess
That you didn't look like a model or a star
But from my eyes I saw beauty and life
Even though your last day wasn't very far
They said I wasted my skills
By only taking pictures of you
But they are all jealous
That they never loved you
They say I lost myself
To your disease of madness
But they always failed to see
That you left me all this happiness
You said that all writers and poets
Have their own reason to write
I find mine in the starry skies
That we last bid goodbye that night.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Of The Broken
PuisiIt's a book I wanted to make since ever......I would like every one to read how I view the world I feel like it's my contribution to humanity. Yes I wrote each and every poem some are good some are very bad. But it's still me and my story. I hope an...
