LIfe is so miserable out here.
I explain myself to her from dusk to dawn
But I always failed, because she got “none”.
Fixing things might had worked
But that’s what I thought…right
because deep down in her heart, a never ending battle, she used to fight.
Every now and then we shared moments to cherish later
Which when remembered used to loose its glamour, You know the reason ?
Unknowingly, unintentionally It was me.
She has been a well wisher of mine
while i being the dirtiest one used to find “her surplus” in her vine.
Every little thing she does for me has its own charm
But still I see only the missed out part, which ultimately used to harm.
Harm what ? Your question will be
It harmed USsss…
This is something which I tried for the first time, that is to write my feelings in a poetic manner, I know I spoiled it, but please don’t judge me as a poet, just read and feel my feelings and get to know me how I am :)