• hita_roop 10w

    Not a Poetry

    You are more complicated than a riddle,
    But you are more straightforward than hunger.

    Your dreams hold me tight every now and again, but for you my feelings are trashy.

    I painted all day, but now the colour seems vague.

    Seldom I am smart, mostly am stupid;
    Rarely a good lover, but always silly.

    In all honesty, the pain that I feel because of your words, now seems like waste of time.

    Thousand words of praise, just a time waste.
    These days I feel, Sadness is far better than Happiness.

    Do you recognize my true colours?
    Hopefully you have apprehended how bad I'm,
    So hate me.