Treasure Island

Shefali Singh

(16-07-1995 / varanasi)

I am still wet with the shower of tears


Who broke up fast? ?
Me, my mind or my heart…
Every time I believed someone and I lied,
No one to speak to I only cried.

My mind stopped me from believing again,
Caring about my heart, or to have same pain,
But it was me who was barrier between these two,
I realized it then my mind was always true.

It’s the heart who makes someone weak,
heart always suffered because of me, I am such a freak,
I was the stupid one who let my heart flow,
Running after the fake happiness and glow.

Never end to this ever growing pain,
My hurt get fresh remembering again and again,
No cure for this medicine, no one look over,
Just getting wet in tear’s shower.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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i can only say that old hurt always get fresh when you don't heal it and it will! ! !

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