| By : deepak verma ( Posted on :28 Oct, 2005 ) | Total Views : 110 | Previous | Next |
To the day that I stop crying,
From the day that I did start.
There will be no endless sighing,
And not one broken heart.
These stupid games and fake desires,
Will never make amends.
To set no soul of mine on fire,
But to a pain that never ends.
This endless sea of tears we spread,
To a misery we cannot explain.
It is not too soon that our lives we’ll dread,
To lead us all insane.
And during this our skin will peal,
To reveal what we have not shown.
We will open up what we all feel,
To something quite well known.
