The more you lied,The less I tried
June 14, 2021
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We all might have gone through a phase of life when everything goes wrong. Literally, no one understands what’s going on inside you and you have no one to share the pain with. I have faced it many times too. Whenever I’m mad at a thing or if I am really at my worst I just grab my pen and put down my feelings on a paper.
I would like to share one of my poems which I wrote when few people, who meant a lot, absconded me and I was completely broken.
So here it is:
Spoken before I know a lines few,
Even today the sun is same without you
Curtains of your affections,
With my eyelids were tied
The more you lied,
The less I tried
The feeling of cheer turned terrible,,
Still to leave you was unable
Holding me tight the roots of your affection,
Were spread so wide
The more you lied
The less I tried
To you I owe too much,
Sooo that I suffer to pay such
Before, the debts of your love,
Drowned me away,
And now everything among us began to slay
Is this what I have to pay?
Sometimes writing your feelings gives a relief. Its like sharing the pain with the paper and pen, which are the best weapon in this world. Its not only about writing, you can do whatever makes you happy. Don’t hold your sadness for too long, just find you own way of expelling it.
I would like to share one of my poems which I wrote when few people, who meant a lot, absconded me and I was completely broken.
So here it is:
Spoken before I know a lines few,
Even today the sun is same without you
Curtains of your affections,With my eyelids were tied
The more you lied,
The less I tried
The feeling of cheer turned terrible,,
Still to leave you was unable
Holding me tight the roots of your affection,
Were spread so wide
The more you lied
The less I tried
To you I owe too much,
Sooo that I suffer to pay such
Before, the debts of your love,
Drowned me away,
And now everything among us began to slay
Is this what I have to pay?
Sometimes writing your feelings gives a relief. Its like sharing the pain with the paper and pen, which are the best weapon in this world. Its not only about writing, you can do whatever makes you happy. Don’t hold your sadness for too long, just find you own way of expelling it.
