by kritika
A discussion between two friends in a poem written below.
Discussions led to a conclusion
Love, nowadays, is an illusion.
People pick people to throw
A recent trend seem to outgrow
Feelings and emotions have diminished
Physical need is one for which everyone is famished
Afraid to indulge in such a fascinating delusion
Acting unfaithfully in submission.
Discussion lead to a conclusion
It is better to live in seclusion.
©Kritika
Its the natural pain within me
screaming and crying to drown in your company
so blessed I felt around you
so obessesed I was taking care of you
your soul left your body numb
my heart sank touching the bottom
hope you would have find a comfortable place afterlife
my tears are the answer as the time passes by
shall keep you within me always
can never find anyone to replace
this parting is painful
but your suffering was more hurtful
have never loved another soul so pure
your memories are only there to keep me alive for sure
love you more than anything near to me in this life Red.
Day before yesterday, I buried my only pet my fish Mr. Red.
You know it matters when you are face to face.
You know it matters when you actually speak.
You know it matters when you react.
You know it matters when you sense the air.
You know it matters when you feel the comfort.
It matters only when you together commit a crime and laugh out loud while abusing and hiting each other.
Friends of this kind last even if they are apart.
Thank you for reading. Hope you liked it. Comments are welcome.
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