And end up an empty shell.
As a fool, you thought,
You will be loved.
Life was not fair,
But you thought otherwise.
You still expect a change,
The last laugh will be heard,
But, definitely not yours.
In a world full of love,
To having never seen it,
Must be a curse.
Living Unloved,
Will your sins come undone?
Smile like you mean it,
For that is an art,
You need in this life.
May be when the show ends,
And the audiences disappear,
You can be free
To express your gloomy self,
And live for yourself.
If cursed with a next birth,
Ask for a life,
Where you will not,
Live and die as
Someone else's drama.
No comments:
Post a Comment