Saturday, May 19, 2007

Broken

The last time I saw your face,
You looked like an angel.
Those green eyes stared into me,
My soul was full of grace.

Your laughter rings in my ears,
As I hear you call me again.
Your screams grow even louder
As I cry each night away.

You go even further,
As I miss you more each day.
You say you love somebody else,
So I try to stop you from running away.

I am broken,
Everytime I hear you laugh or see your face,
i am broken,
Everytime when I think you are gone and will never be back again.


My hands are red and bleeding,
And I died when you left
There's no point on screaming,
No one's listening anyways.

----Bhaskar... 20/3/07

2 comments:

angeleyes said...

how many paths shall a person walk till he reaches the peace he craves for..... no one knows. so we need 2 keep walking...........

Anonymous said...

Nice
didnt know u had the talent.