Sunday, November 4

Reality Pecks

Love is wings which reality breaks;
A sweet promise at the end fakes.
Sculpted with care found so rare;
Deep it pecks, is it fair?
Horizon blushed, but where's the sun?
Rose bud pains, it is fun?
Crickets will cry, no tears shall rain.
Longer the longing, greater the pain.
Life moves, but scars don't fade.
Yet living, a fool in heart's trade.

3 comments:

Matt said...

By the way i have nothing against you.....You just opened a wound thats already tearing me inside out without any help..... i am sorry if i hurt you

Matt said...

Why do you think i stopped writing about my "sad saga"......Actually ....it was the best time of my life....I do not mind comments bro....I dun like some of the more arbit ones.....N to those i reply quite in the same tone ....Like i said i have nothing personal against you n i will appreciate your valueble feed backs .....But if you cant take my thoughts on your feedbacks ...Maybe you should stop commenting :) Like i said nothing personal:)

Anonymous said...

hey i actually liked this one :)