There were moments when I cried alone,There were moments when I admired alone,And wished someone was by my side,Watching the countryside crossing by,And capturing that beauty in my eyes,Then these places remind me of my emptiness,And how many wounds emerge every time,How those wounds by your cruelty emerge,How you kept ignoring me to this point,And I kept remaining patient with you,But you kept ignoring me for long,Coz you knew I loved you so deep,And I would stand by you forever,Your silence gifts me wounds so deep,You have brought this so far,But now I am fading away,Scratching my heart deeper,His words sharp as a knife,I called them my friends, that’s a lie,They all scratched my feelings,Calling me ‘Miss Sensitive’And laughing on my face,He never bothered to know me,And caused these distances,All I ever got were endless wounds,In this thing we called ‘ love’.
I often ask myself,does true love exist? out of curiosity, this question hoovers around my mind, coz I have seen the majority cry over in love rather than be happy in love. When your alone, you wish you had someone and when you have that someone, your either happy or miserable, soon the short lived happiness turns ugly and all that feeling of love and compassion is fake. I am a non believer in love, but I ask you all, do you believe in love? do you even think something such as 'true love' exists? I would admit, I have come across few very few people who have fought for their love and stood firm and remained sincere and loyal through out.. but then, that's so rare to find, like they say 'true love is soo rare to find',like good things and people are rare to find. Once we lose them, it's then we realise their value, we never value something or someone till we have them, coz we think, we don't have to worry about anything and will never lose them. This is a wro...
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