Soon clouds had enveloped the sky,
It was like the lord himself wanted to cry.
Oh pity me Lord!
I request thee to either give me a life..
or let me die by cutting my hand with a knife.
After all what else is left,
Nothing else but me becoming a bereft.
I can see you smirk,
On looking at the world's biggest jerk.
But you know what?!
I'll find her for sure,
Who cares if I'm immature.
You sigh?
But..
Let me tell you,
I have faith in my love,
Not in the one who lives above
I just know that,
"She and I are meant... To be..."
"She and I are yet...To be..."
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Yet To Be
PoetryPoetry - #43 - 14.5.16 What if you're life turned out to change, By that just one person who appeared all of a sudden. What if she meant the whole world to you, Before you even heard her voice. What if the love was one-sided, Not even a notice. What...
