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I gave him My heart
But his hands were trembling
So I took it back Never to give it away
And locked it up Never to go astray
There were so many knockings at My door
People asking for My heart and what more
All the passion and zeal that you can't feel
The sudden disappearing fun, are you being human ?
In a week of 7, spend 5 days of misery
I barely forgot you
Thus I remembered you again
Oh, what strikes a poor man's sane
T'was you I found and always got you
When these days would pass
And the streets would throb with celebrations
When people will shake hands
How can the roses be so red
How can the fruits be so sweet
With all the chaos surrounding us
How come the nature don't cease to please
Staying at home Sitting all alone
Like they're home alone
Streets howling from the nooks
Terror roaming in the winds
When My eyes are close at night
My mind slips into a reality so bright
To find the peace into the tangled nerves
You throw the wishing coins in the dried lake
God how much you love the smiles actually so fake
You trusted the wrong guy, now you cry
So many casualties inside Me
No one mourns none can see
So many feelings once were born
They suppose that time is the best healer
The year passed loneliness was Her concealer
But what if his absence was echoing around Her