Its day,
I write about night.
Its joy,
I hold sorrow tight.
Its clear,
I pervert my sight.
I know its wrong,
But i claim it right.
I heave a heavy sigh,
standing below the studded night.
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I am an open book. Life has played many games with me. but i have no regrets. i want my life to know that I am difficult. People say i am very logical..but my life is extremely illogical. That 's why me and my life stand at 180 degrees to each other.
2 comments:
u r simply brilliant poet..1 must agree...
but on the other side..u r simply nuts..u care 4 someone who doesnt worth it...
rest is up to u...
i know there is no pt. in tellin u...
coz..a dog tail is never straight...
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