My doors are closed Don't force me You broke me to pieces And now you ask me "What's wrong?" Can't you see I'm not yours You can't save me Before you figure this out I'll be gone To this black night There is no dawn Before, I was in love Now, I'm torn I was never like you I'm just not strong You may forget What we were My face to you May soon be a blur No matter how much dust My picture shall gather Atleast, no more, Will I get weathered
Hahaa....another quality product from the poem factory....you wrote all this in less than 70 minutes?
now i got it ... the reason for u acting so pissed off in the evening ... u ultimately penned it down ... good
@abhimanjrekar thnx.. @hardik, shsnawada i inspire u??!! :shock: wow.. thnx @jekyll yeah.. so now u know u can expect a poem everytime i act weird.
Whats so shocking about that?? And is this poem because you acted a bit "wierd" yesterday?? :alien1: Revolts kick ass...:beer:
haha.. by 'weird', i didnt mean 'the revolt'... i was kinda acting weird last evening, that's what jekyll was talkin abt...
@abhimanjrekar did u read my poem all over again n felt it's nice AGAIN? lol.. thnx again : @nik haha.. thnx, no drugs :
hoohhoo.. Your avatar has hands cut off.. But dont ever cut them off in real life.. Or you would never be able to write beautiful poems..:beer: nIK!!