Inside me the tears spurt...

Friday, May 03, 2013 , , , 0 Comments

Inside me the tears spurt,
When you suffer your battles; brutally hurt,
I look at you, curled in pain,
Those needles inside you, pricked my veins...

Your eyes that always sparkle,
Closed, tired, half parted...
Felt like carrying you to a world,
Where pain and worries yet to unfold.

Whatever I lament, is of no use,
Your pain, I can't bear for you.
Head bent, ashamed I left,
For not helping a friend in distress.


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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