My promotion letter is handed to me, with a stone tied around his neck
In the ocean of emotions....
I drowned like a fool
Searching for my breath
Beneath my soul..
Just because they don't know me,
That is why they think I'm a drama queen,
And I always lie about everything for ...
The smooth storm hit it
Hits it with no purposes
From all the drama and mess
I'm too blessed to be stressed
This poem expresses her as a drama Queen.
Being a believer,
She believes in the process.
Lo and behold!
At the very dramatic artisans of the world.
While the nightmares seek.
Bitter rivers red flames turn all into the ashes
On the knees praying for faster death
But a heart like to be more deliberate in the end.
I recalculate my life and then, I silently cry.
Feed someone who is hungry.
I wish I could be in your fragrance...
SHE HAD FOR THE FIRST TIME, NOTHING TO FEAR...
And after that, she understood what she really needs.
And some just say “Life’s a b**ch”
a touching poetry about life, death and betrayal
Ironical may be hyperbole,but life too has turned into a football match.
What I seek for? Or who I seek for? Or why I seek for?