When it's your turn to prove them right,
What you stood for all this while,
Nothing comes to you, as easy as it might,
It's your job not to lose the smile.
No one seems to back your way,
Nothing but loyal, to make your pray,
It's on your shoulder to make your day,
To make each crumb of bread from hay.
It's your job to make everything right,
You can't trust, even if they don't bite.
No one maybe not even your knight,
And no one in the world to ever make it light.
Sometime's the fight is all yours,
No one but you to find all your cures,
Sometimes you go lucky you find wars as tours,
But often like mine all doors seem chores.
And to find my dream after all there fight,
I'd have to strive with all the might,
And even when I do and I tend to site,
Nothing in this world, however seems right.
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Quote:
"Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with." -Sex And the City.
Written while trying to console myself.
~Chaahat
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