Its end of my life,
when she left me alone.
Its hurt very hard,
when you'r left from your own.
I'm likely to give up,
my heart and soul.
And I cann't stand up,
from where I'hv fall.
I'm trying to forget,
those valueable things.
that beautiful ring,
and lovely evenings.
I was so sad and these bloody tears,
never let me sleep and get me fears.
Sometime I laugh for own my life,
cause I ever thought her as my wife.
When I look her name on my wrist,
which I'hv wrote with a sharp knife.
She ruined my world,
now I'm on the end.
Even nobody wants to,
pick her hand.
Now I realize that its not my end.....
and every broken things are not like sand.
I will make this end a new beginning,
I want to wake up in new morning.
I will get strength from the past memories,
I'll start a life with a new series.
I'hv learnt more about life and love,
Love is a war and life is a dove.
Now I'll turn my life where I want to to do,
I'll live for me, now not for you.
This worst end will be a new beginning,
I want to wake up in new morning.
Really I want to wake up in new morning.....
29th May 2009
datz true, every ending is a new begining... nice piece infact a gud inspiration for pessimists..10
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I would like to translate this poem
an interesting verse! ! ! ! ! !