Her words are cheap,
Mine are wrapped in golden laces.
She can never dig deep,
While I can think and reach the trenches.
She can never give you a simple line,
While I have given you poetry,
All you'll hear from her are whines,
While you can hear elegant flow of words from me.
She will never write about you in the most beautiful ways,
She can only cry when you're not here,
While I can present to you a gift from Heaven's gate,
And a love that's sincere.
So choose wisely between the two,
What is beauty without elegance?
Think of the person who'd die for you;
Someone who wrote through the distance.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
