Look at the stars twinkle
And fall —
They are elegant
And dreamy
Are they not?
However, my dear,
I do not write for them;
I do not write about
Beauty
Grace,
And kindness.
If ever I did have,
Consider it all as mere lies
Deceit,
Callousness,
Mysteries
And darkness
Those are the only theme of my ink
And if ever
Ihad wrote about you,
Please, do not be confused .
Believe me when I say,
You are neither of the two
Nor in between,
For you are a dereliction
Thrown away,
Because of your fault
Revived only,
When I took interest in you
But right now
I have no idea what
With you
Mentioned between these lines
A little reminder would do
To let you think
"Never believe a person
with a scribbling pen".
YOU ARE READING
Failed Threats: Disheartened
PoetryHow are you so certain about your love for me? Can't you hear me at all, darling? I'm giving my all here; Screaming threats at the top of my lungs. Are you certain that this is not just out of pity? Because I don't need it at all - I already feel so...
