well not true, but Horrifying ..............
Through the old rusty crack.
They talk to me about the freedom,
About the world I left aback.
When the air enters my coffin,
It talks about the life,
Wet and humid it carries,
Tears of my wife.
She cries of happiness,
Of joy she cries.
Happy as I am dead,
As I lie under the sods,
But she knows not,
I am lying, on flower bed.
Decorated by the Gods.
She slept with me all nights,
Making love that was a fake.
And who knew there lived a bitch,
I guise of mrs.Shaikh
She stabbed me in my back,
Where with love she used to crawl,
And so I lie in my coffin,
Silent for once and all.
`*~._rest in peace_.~*`
Poetry by zeeshan
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Written on 2006-12-15 at 10:33
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`*~._rest in peace_.~*`
When the sunrays enter my coffin,Through the old rusty crack.
They talk to me about the freedom,
About the world I left aback.
When the air enters my coffin,
It talks about the life,
Wet and humid it carries,
Tears of my wife.
She cries of happiness,
Of joy she cries.
Happy as I am dead,
As I lie under the sods,
But she knows not,
I am lying, on flower bed.
Decorated by the Gods.
She slept with me all nights,
Making love that was a fake.
And who knew there lived a bitch,
I guise of mrs.Shaikh
She stabbed me in my back,
Where with love she used to crawl,
And so I lie in my coffin,
Silent for once and all.
`*~._rest in peace_.~*`
Poetry by zeeshan
Read 984 times
Written on 2006-12-15 at 10:33
Tags Betray Sad
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