“Impossible”
We are meant to be apart,
Before we even met.
She was a hurricane,
Put an end to my dream.
You are my so-called inspiration,
My so-called dream.
Yet, she was a stream
Drowned all those infatuation.
Part of my not-so perfect life,
And she came with a knife
I'm bleeding, I'm in vain.
Yet no one's there to know that I'm in pain.
I want you back, I wanted to scream,
But I think its impossible and lame,
I'm in a world full of broken glass,
Mirrored the pain, I can hardly pass.
I want her gone,
I want to shot her with a gun,
But I can't. This 45 Desert Eagle I can't even aim,
'Cause I don't want you cry in pain while screaming her name.
End.
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Unspoken Poetry
RandomIt's a poetry. And she doesn't have the courage to tell. So, she wrote it here. Still... it remains: Unspoken. Compilations of poetry and everything.
