little things are unbearable
coming up to me
to tear me piece by piece
used to being used
from favours and fervours
with charming eyes and a smile
crying through nightfall that hits
knowing what would never be
the course that halts it sail
dark spineless thoughts
spiralling in vain vanity and more
hiding in the cracks of the sun
I regret, I abstain your apology
because my heart is filled with rage
for I hurt in your becomings
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
mind of a girl
कविताAll rights belong to the brain, where the information seeks the sane. for the collections of poems and thoughts of a growing daisy in a field of roses (aka the mind of an adolescent trying to find her way in life)
