not me; not she
Created by rocksea on 15 Dec 2005 | Tagged as: prakriti
i am waiting at the park
sitting on this stone bench
night came
but she didn’t come
i am still waiting at the park
i stretch my legs and feel the grass
sun came over
but she didn’t, yet
i am still waiting at the park
i feel nauseated and time, i donno what
someone came over and took me home
but not she
am at bed but still i feel am waiting at the park
i feel lifeless and i pinch my self
i can feel but someone else inside me
not me; not she..
epilogue:
the stonehenge saw seasons pass by
the stone bench saw seasons and life and love pass by
just cuz it rhymes ya maybe
but i feel itz said
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on 23 Nov 2007 at 3:31 pm 1.Niha said …
Its very touching.