Roses are lost,
Violets unsure,
You killed a relation,
A relationship so pure.
Roses are lost,
Violets unsure,
You killed a relation,
A relationship so pure.
My eyes hurt from the tears that I’d shed this morning. The tears I shed last night as well. I was all happy, until I heard you say, goodbye. My heart ached, and I started to cry.
How much my soul sinked, you’ve got no idea, when you left me in the middle of nowhere. I cried, cried and cried. But you seemed to take no notice of that.
I wonder what happened to my happily ever after.What happened to the perfect life that I’d imagined ahead of me?What happened to my life, what happened to me? What happened to you?
There was a time when we were inseparable. So perfect. So together. Now the tears that my eyes shed say, how lonely I really am. How lonely, I am gonna be, now that you’re gone.
My soul, tries.
My heart, dies.
My eye, cries.
Your love tried to take the credit of my poetry. But unfortunately, my dear, it were your scars that compelled me to write.
I wonder if you look at yourself in the mirror and feel the same. Do you feel the way I feel? No, you don’t. You don’t have the scars to hide, or the marks to run away from.
I was never ever so pretty as much as you made me feel one day. Just like I was never ever this unfortunate as much as I felt this day.
You never ever even touched me. Yet, you left your marks. Now your scars lie all over my hands and legs, marks on my face, and bruises on my neck.
Do you have anything to regret? I hope you do. And I hope it’s the scars you are the most regretful of.
Just in case you’re having a bad day (or perhaps think so) think of:-
Just think of such scenarios and ponder over. Do you think your plight is worse than theirs? Don’t you think that their plight makes yours look insignificant now?
There’s so much to thank for. So many things to smile about. But all we do is make our materialistic self cry over a mere thing. Consider a beggar now, who just begs all day, but doesn’t get enough bread to fill his and his family’s empty stomachs. And here we are….complaining for not getting enough cheese on our pizza or enough meatballs in noodles. Instead of donating a proportion of our meal to the beggar, we actually go about weeping over it not being enough.
Whenever you get these thoughts just take a step back and wonder whether you’re actually having a bad day. Appreciate when you must and thank when you should. And the most important thing … Stop Complaining.Once you do you’ll realize that it wasn’t a bad day at all. All that makes a day ‘bad’ is simply your attitude. Change your attitude into gratitude.
And you will never have a bad day again. ☺
© Khushi Suneja