I'm pretty insane So, stop saying that I am a highly sensible being Because I hate my nature And I am not going to lie to myself that I am a creative soul whose existence do matters I will always keep on reminding myself That I am a horrid void And nothing you say will persuade me I do deserve love Because no matter what I am not worthy of being loved And I won't believe that Sanity exists within me Because whenever I peep into my inner conscious I wonder Am I as insane as people believe ?
The only time you loved me was When I made you feel special Special enough to be considered Considered in the heap of drama Drama that comes while choosing Choosing the right one One that doesn't break heart Heart which is fragile than glass Glass that breaks into pieces Pieces which I don't want to pick Picking you was not wise I guess
Should I be~ Fearless? Yeah I am wrong It expands within me like the never-ending universe blooming like the gigantic volcanic lava The Pain~ does not let me knit the wool tears oust carrying the rice heap however, sour memories have intensified the effect I tried to paint off my feelings blending colours but it all merged to form red Anyhow I wonder if my every drop is a topaz at the horizon As my eyes turned to clouds My fountain pen split its ink. the reflections sprint all through my brain unbeknownst to the additional heart When I look into the mirror~ all I see are my clandestine efforts. (Now read from bottom to top)
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