My Story Poem by Subhrodip Ghosh

My story was written since age's,
But you're the only one to give it a read,
In my way I lost too many page's,
You loved me any way~
didn't care what the stage-is.

My heart was a Barren land where nothing grew but weed,
You bloomed there like a divine seed,
The only flower that ever grew there & now you're all that i ever need.

And When I sopped in the ocean of sorrow,
You became Robin to my Zoro,
The only one to ever show me care,
Made mefeel a feeling which has always been so rare.

My Soul was begging for death,
Chocked by the pain- running out of breath,
You Filled my lung's with light fresh air,
Picking me up- assuring me that you'll always be there,
Just like Hulk has Elizabeth.

Dropping my mind all empty and bleak,
I was crumbling- I wasweak,
You came and asked:
Where you been? What's on your mind?
You're the only one who ever acted kind.

And just when I felt I'm Godforsaken,
You slapped me
& I thought you're mistaken,
Fed me a bacon,
I stared you all shaken,
taken-
Aback by your action's,
You said you've partaken, to reawaken- me.

Finally when I didn't wanna be alive anymore,
Trying to give myself to Satan,
Wishing to die,
Ohh! You came by,
Held me up,
flipped me in,
slammed to the mat,
kicked my butt,
reminding me,
reprimanding me, that you're my reason to stay alive.

I wanna stay alive- don't wanna die,
You're my reason to always try,
Tears Begun to dry,
No longer I wanted to cry,
My vision anew all clear,
As I looked above- you were near,
I could now see the pretty blue sky.

All because of You,
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that brings you home,
When home becomes a strange place.