POETRY

And that’s how the world came to hate me I used to be a good person Yes I have murderous thoughts about my sworn enemies

Admit it Being yourself doesn’t hurt Though no one will take you to Court You’ll be drinking your yoghurt But I swear you’ll end up

She walks out of the room, A room made blocks of Concrete her world feels smaller, Like it’s made of Concrete walls too Caved in

I ran faster, the world slowly passing behind me he was almost worn out now, his heartbeat even more and more rapid by the second,

                                        We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values We talk too much but love too seldom We’ve added years to life but not

For once in her life she wanted to hear negative The word itself.Negative. Instead she heard positive Her whole world came tumbling down when she

For once in her life she wanted to hear negative The word itself.Negative. Instead she heard positive Her whole world came tumbling down when she

It was how she held on tight, How she kept me close to her sight, It was not just my fight, it was our fight,

For a moment it felt like chapters of a book were being flipped on my face (visualize the sound). In this case, it wasn’t just

In the deepest despair when all comes crumbling, when it’s pitch black and you filled with uncertainity of what’s yet to come, we shall be