The pyaas for real self
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Deaths and deaths, a millions of deaths,
I ask my heart if to buy just one or buy the shop of wreaths!
A death for every season,
A death for every reason,
And then people wonder my cast,
Why do I always fall to past?
Thou can’t feel the spikes in me,
It’s meant for me, just the dreaded me,
The remedy I don’t know of,
And even if I do, if I will ever take it, am not sure of.
Leave me alone, it’s my battle de grace;
It’s me who has to fight it, just need one coup de grace!
posted by Jas @ 7:43 PM,
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