It was you and only you
which till I lost you,I never knew
you had that every right over me
but never did you impose
I shared your part of love
with morons I barely knew
yet you poured on me
every iota of love that dwelt in you
Every time I was hurt
it pained you more than me
even now when I'm hurt
I call out for you just to see
and then you bring down the rains
soothing and healing my deepest wound
I cry out for you to come down
with rain and look after me
but I think its too late
you are gone leaving me here in the bound
to live in the place where god resides
after all you did you deserve it
but I'm too selfish for my own good
I'll keep calling out for you
just to tell you that it was you
and it's still you.
-Priyanka Hosur
YOU ARE READING
The Fall of Words
Poesía"Poetry..... Something so intimate, so essential ,that cannot be defined without oversimplifying. It is like the colour yellow , love and fall of leaves in autumn. Poetry is magical,mysterious and unexplainable." ...
