Everything changes with time.
Habits to addictions,
Beauty allures and sags,
Bonds are made,some fade,some break.
Some repent,some don't.
Who do,they suffer yet recover.
Who don't,they are strangled forever.
I jilt,lately,
realizing my eventful acts,taking all the pleasures.
Unthoughtful of hurting and being hurt.
Ethically imbalanced,i stand an enigma to myself.
Paranoid,i lurk;longing for asylum.
Vulnerably,i whinge to the walls,unheard.
Having traumatized to another betrayal,
toxicated completely.En masse,i live dead.
4 comments:
I had a feeling of being inside a scary well after I read that :D
yes all changes with time..time heals..
tats positive...but when people change..hmmm
:(
hmmm...i'll say u r now a 'grown up poetess'..impressive :)so happy!!! keep writin!!!
Ah ....time passes and can heal ,but i dont agree that the scar cant leave the mark and every touch can make you remember that moment...
Joliieess:-)
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