How I can say ,
her ignoreance won't affect me.
My eyes on her
but, hers were waiting for someone else.
she is gone, but question is when she was with me?
Isn't we were enemies, or there was always something else.
Whatever the thing was,
irony is her every tear kills me, and her every smile were
still in me!
-payal
YOU ARE READING
Untold
PoetryMany things needed to be told , but don't know if it was destiny or ego , which turns it to be untold ... I will be here to write a poetry , daily for the beautiful praises of yours, afterall they are going to be , only mean to connect me with you...
