Agony
Every single thing in my head,
Looping over and over at my bed.
Could the clock break ,
And ever give me a break ?
Broken hearts ,
Vague paths,
Yet couldn’t say goodbye ,
Could someone tell me why ?
If I could turn back time ,
Everything will be mine,
Just as the gold rush,
Which is now just a cold touch ,
At my heart
Which I let it rot ..
I didn’t give a flinch ,
Which made me to winch,
Which wasn’t a cinch ..
Now am better in my own ,
Which is way better than anything I could ever own !
-B.Nikitha
