
Some said,"O! you write so well",
Some called my poems sweet!
For some they were beautiful 'lines'
Something they had loved to read!
Some called it my talent,
Some called it an art,
But what everyone failed to understand,
Were the feelings of a broken heart.
Some called it an art,
But what everyone failed to understand,
Were the feelings of a broken heart.
But I continue to write what I feel,
And let my emotions flow,
Hoping that someday, somewhere,someone
Will listen to my heart's woes.
Till then I prey to the almighty,
And wish my heart doesn't bleed,
And you dear friends,dont think bout me much,
Just continue enjoying what you read!


