Sunday, December 11, 2011

She...

She is always there,
From the tethering day,
to the smothering night.
 I find her beside.

No matter how bad I treat,
No matter how much I hate,
She stays,
Without much complains.

 She isn't any ordinary girl,
She's the most important one,
But I don't know what makes me scream,
' I hate you Bitch!', awake and in dreams.

 The instance she tries to abscond,
I beg her to stay forever,
I know i am nothing without her,
Still I never valued her.

 Its not only me,
Everyone has one like her,
Think on this,
She's the girl called 'LIFE'...

2 comments:

  1. Great poem, you played well with words and made it a lovely read....

    Profound!

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