• subhamthapa 5w

    feel so naked under this skin
    growing above it hairs, nails, thick and thin
    happy smile they see, sadness they won't feel
    rough pages i destroy with ink bleeding line to line
    trust me i got issues, but no time to handle mine
    all I'm handling is yours

    days turn into years
    no sign of revolution, no sign of change
    we move on with the bubble of comfort
    stepping on troubles, which attack us from behind

    a spendthrift of time
    people stab, scars remain
    but I forgive and i forget

    title to this life
    what will I give, what will you?

    heartbreaks and tears fall
    when you've got no idea what to do next.