Mysterious Pesudonym Nisha Jalan
Teardrop - Poem by Mysterious Pesudonym Nisha Jalan
A single tear flows down my cheek,
Eyes darting, looks with a peek.
Hoping no one sees my pain
But every loss comes with a gain-
I tell myself to convince.
But the words make me wince.
Hard, I try to control emotions
But there is so much commotion.
Wanting to get away
From here, if I may
If only I could get along
I might feel like I belong
In my room I am alone
Finally in peace zone.
I need someone to talk to,
And then I find you!
A smile at my lips,
Imagine us together,
Watching an eclipse
Coz of u I feel better.
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