YOU ARE READING

Chaotic Rhymes.

Poetry

Sometimes, you might write some junk, in the middle of the night. All you've got to do is, grab a pencil and a paper, and scribble. Who knows, one day, you might compile the bits, and name them as 'your work'. It's the result of the same actions. Wr...

And In Case, You Go Against Me.

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by suhailishere

by suhailishere

                                    
                                              Deceit - is no strange to me,
Wise - is now so hard to be,
Accidents - guilty? I don't gee,
Bugs - I searched, and couldn't see.
                          They are 'gainst me,
They are cursing.
Am I doin' it wrong? No! See?
You be busy with blabber, and squeeze me?
                          This could whisper in my skin,
Could burn me.
My worth's getting so thin,
Could kill me.

                          I won't give second thoughts,
I'll let go.
And, since I fought, I'm glad, 
But I claim to be incomplete, is that so?
                          And, I was bitter, it required to be,
I was sicker, I had to be,
It was you, who made me to be,
I became what I didn't want to be.