Narrations and novels,
Paint an epic story so untrue,
The plot seems seamless,
Painting a picture perfect you,
The mistakes you make,
Make you a hero eventually,
And the hearts you break,
Yearn for you foolishly
Well welcome to reality,
We mend again after breaking,
We move on, then we hate you,
And we wish we were zain,
Then we wake up one morning,
And realize you ain’t worth it,
Then we erase every memory
That made you our reality,
We mend again
Stage plays and movies,
Make you seem invincible,
You are the angel and the demon,
That dwells in a crucible,
Yet your fire so burns us,
Leaving smouldering ashes that are
miscible,
With the sick twisted love for you
inside us,
That woulda left us so gullible,
Well welcome to reality,
We mend again after breaking,
We move on, then we hate you,
And we wish we were zain,
Then we wake up one morning,
And realize you ain’t worth it,
Then we erase every memory
That made you our reality,
We mend again
What the rain doesn’t wash away
remains,
What the water doesn’t cleanse are
stains,
What the soul feels as it gets over you
are growing pains,
For eventually we mend again… We
mend again
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courtesy of Storyzetu
4 Responses
Oh sweet healing. This was amazing.
took the brush and painted on my mind’s canvas… sprayed graffiti on the walls of my brain.. this poem did.
thank you for posting this Ngartia and storyzetu
Not at all … it is the least we can do for such talent.