Monday, 22 June 2015

Fake Emotions

I buried the stars with every devil in me.
I smiled at the moon.
I would throw up the trees,
And would go little magical.
As I synced with my rhythm.
I couldn’t get with my sense.
And that’s the feeling full of fake emotions.

No comments:

Post a Comment

"A Sick Boy's Figment memory"

© 2018 Sreejith Jayachandran 13:12pm January 20th, 2017 these stereotypes, am already sad of my consideration- disqualification- y...