I don’t know how it began But i once saw few strands Of tears on a guy so sharp I looked at his eyes, they could tear apart Anyone he looked with that murderous glare Which were nothing short of a death stare But it was filled with sadness too Thy guy who shouted out of blue ‘I will get you no matter what I have to do For my love is so fucking true” I saw him leave But I believed That what he said he could achieve On the same day I saw a girl as well Same tear strands same sharp stare But her stare was more cold than the guys The stare which was devoid of life And for some reason I knew That she had been severely skewed In her heart up by some shit And had lost every bit Of happiness she had And that she was about to be mad The eyes so sad Shit had to be fucked up bad No hope, no light, I didn’t see them no more How long has it been since I knew them? Well i know them and what they have been Through si...
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.