2. Poems / 20.10.08
I’m burning sick,
In my old yellow house.
With 4 medicinal structures,
Do I have to overcome.
I coughed till my face turned pale,
Till my tummy ached,
From the rumbling noise,
Right in there,
I felt the symphony from my food.
For a moment,
I had wished,
If there was one thing to grant,
I would want friendships to-
Last Forever. I never knew,
That notes were hard.
They played softly,
In the background of any Waltz.
If only I
Was given an opportunity to lament,
Would I start things all over again.
Never did I realise,
That playing was harder than feelings.
These two pieces are written by myself.
Though it;s not well written,
It truly tells you the state I am in now.
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