• jordyn 6w

    A small pain in my chest

    It's a painful nostalgia that keeps hitting me back again and again
    I fail to realise how all my efforts went into vain
    Is it momentary or everlasting
    The sharp thing in my heart which I call pain
    People often say Life is but a game
    Where crying over someone isn't of any gain
    It is the morbid lifestyle
    which makes me think I'm insane
    At the end of the day
    Without any thunder,there's no little rain!