DO THEY REALLY MEAN IT?
DO THEY REALLY MEAN IT?
People
ask,
Do
they really mean it,
Or
after listening they may say unfit,
I just say I am fine,
‘Cause
we talk only while we dine.
Are
you ok?
People
ask,
Do
they really mean it,
They
ask while looking at my slit,
I
don’t really need anybody to throw light,
But
be with me while I fight.
I
love you,
People
say,
Do
they really mean it,
They
don’t think twice before they commit,
Love
means both joy and pain,
But
at the same time, tears shed like rain.
I
hate you,
People
say,
Do
they really mean it,
It
hurts when these words hit,
These
words carry a lot of load,
Which
will someday explode.
I am sorry,
People say,
Do they really mean it,
Or all of this is a part of a skit,
It can transform the ugliest moment into the most beautiful gift,
Which will save two people from a drift.
I am quitting,
People
say,
Do
they really mean it,
They
might as well take a slit,
The
only thing they need is hope,
Which will save them from using a rope.
I am alone,
People say,
Do they really mean it,
They can’t adjust and don’t fit,
It is a feeling of emptiness yet so full of emotions,
A feeling that is craving for somebody’s devotion.
I am broken,
People say,
Do they really mean it,
They carry a lot of pain filled with guilt,
They are putting themselves together to be the most beautiful people,
But they are still finding their path while threading a needle.
~Jay Urmode
Touching 👌👌
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