The Truth hurts badly, but sometimes it Kills
Wish I could cut myself, just to really know how it feels
Memories are all that I'm left with
The pain and the sufferings that you left me with
Its still fresh, so fresh on my mind
I do remember you telling me, 'forever you'll be mine'
I had your sweet words running through my head all the time
Tears rolling down my cheek, sometimes I really cry
But you never ever want to show remorse
No artificial object had ears, other than walls
Love is gently won, maybe I did with force
I was deep in the ocean of love, you were just on the Shores
I was threatened by the fear of loosing you
But was captivated by my weakness
When you talked, It was so palpable that there was no iota of truth
But I accepted with acquiesce because I did not want the bright days
to turn into darkness
Now I see the true colour,
But its not beautiful anymore
How mendacious you were!
Now I don't know the difference between 'clear' and 'blur'
Hope I get to swim in the pool of Mr. Pain Healer
So that I can move on and pray life gets better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem