I think I love you. But its all my fault.
I should've told you I loved you. But why? It'd all still be lost.
Maybe I was too scared, maybe not enough grown;
Maybe too blown.
Blown away, I mean, to claim you as my own.
But out of nowhere, you walked out the door;
Figuratively speaking of course, and left me poor.
But I didn't shed a tear.
I focused instead on trying to steer clear,
Clear off memories of you I held so dear.
But I'm still here.
Holding my beer?
4 comments:
Thats a funny, well written poem. The end was nice with a twist.
nice da..
i dont worry abt tat gal. hope soon u wil get thro it like me. hahahaa..
r u really drinking beer ?!!!
its me.. balaji
@ Subro
Thanks for your comments buddy.. but not really written well.. it still needs to be reworked...
@clueless romeo...
Dai romeo i've not touched beer yet. Hope u know me.. Chumma oru effectaa irukkattumennu i wrote it that way...
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