Breaking UP Poem
Suddenly, i stopped watering the flower
For its nourishing water, was my drinking water
And i hoped for rain to satisfy us both
But deep inside i suspected she would dry and die before
Maybe that´s life; those searching for wealth
End up with nothing more..
And me demanding for some breathe
The day of death might find me in contentment
All in all somethings are not made to be.
A little boy standing in the middle of a jungle;
In all colours a pupil can conceive
can always pick up which colour is yellow
This time he picked out a blue colour and made her cry
She demanded a red rose to spice up her life
And never thought about him
Which colour he puts on now
Its just him, him who knows the reason why?