It Still Hurts Poem by sidharth arya

i sing a song
and this is for her,
in this lonely night
where my lonely soul condole this crying heart..

all the broken promises,
run like a train in front of my eyes
every word she spoke
sounds like a lie...
though she never loved me
but i the boy she always liked
so i waited, hoped and prayed....
for that liking to become love of her life.

now when i sing,
and play this guitar
i know,
little far away she can hear...
my words are not meant to take
her back to memory lane..
they are just to tell
that it still hurts........