I don’t need your unfelt hugs, I can’t bear your lustful love. keep those fingers away, for I won’t allow you to slip them down my body, Not anymore. This red powder doesn’t make me your whore. neither would I shut up for the sake of our daughter. She should know her mother and the nasty deeds of her lovely father.
I won’t smile to your relatives or mine. I won’t veil the marks on my eye. I won’t cry in the middle of the night. I won’t curse the God for my sighs. I won’t look into the mirror and find your wife. I won’t wear that smile to let them know that I am fine. For I have reached the summits of my pain. Silences were all in vain. I have been made for heights, to scramble up till I die. I am made to shine in the darkest of skies. I am the fire, its heat along with its light. no matter how long you hold me tight. these chains are rusted and the walls are weak. Just a push, away, they trip. I am the wind, you cannot trap.
Break me if you want, Pull me if you can, Try sundry tacts to make me ideal for your clan. I am right here, beneath your breathe, underneath your body. But I am not yours, or anybody else’s. for I am not the part of your thoughtless world, Not anymore.
Your articles have so much pain that some time you make me cry..
oh…. really
Your articles have so much pain that some time you make me cry..
oh…. really