Words are daggers in your hands
So I ask no questions
Still. 'Did you ever love me? No don't answer that.'
Every dawn a mockery to my hopes
But you were my best friend
Memories of you are thorns in my skin
so skin I rip off
sleep an illusion.
I keep it all inside, it's all I can do.
The circus revolves, and revolves all over again
It's just, each time feels like a first.
can understand the pain of losing a good friend, how they once used to be our best friend, and now they have changed - really clueless as to why does this happen for no reason - but one thing I would like to say is If you feel you are avoided by someone, never disturb them again. Sometimes silence is better understood than words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes Kavya. Silence is golden it is said.