Don't fall in love with a Writer !

You fell in love with a writer,

Now be prepared to find yourself in words,

A poem on how you ruffle your hair,
A story about your scars,
A limerick about your crow-lines,

Free Verses would ceaselessly flow,
And make love with your persona till the day tales are weaved,
I’ll talk to you in metaphors and make you one.

The curse of being a writer or musician is to,
Eternalize the one you love.
I’ll write poems about you and open up my skin at 2 A.M.

Be prepared, You are in love with a writer,
You never know what world she'll take you to!

 

Why?

A tear forms in my eyes,

I can't believe it's true,

Of how soon she left us,

Without even giving us a clue.

I don't think I've heard it right.

Could I be calm,

When my friend says, "She's dead"?

The phone slips from my hand,

Tears rush down my face,

Along with fearful cries.

I wonder how it happened,

I wonder why it did?

I wonder why it had to be her?

I sit here in total shock,

The world loses its meaning for me,

Oh! Why did it happen to her?

I think of how I had become,

So busy in life,

I did not even spare,

enough time for her.

I know that she wont come back,

But my heart will not stay still,

It pains and cries "Oh! Why?"

Self Destruction !

She planted walls in herself,
& promised not to let anyone get through it.
Inside her where no one is capable of seeing,
How fragile and vulnerable she can be ;
Became a cold monster wherein she reigns,
No one could dictate her what to do.

She became completely numb & oblivious,
To what other people might think
B'coz she is done letting herself,
Be pained & stabbed with a thousand of needles in her dark heart.

She once had a caring heart,
Yet she pretends she doesnt have one.
Shes scared that one day,
Her walls would also be her destruction;
Her sweetest downfall.