This Melancholy Night
I was happy, I didn’t realise, when it came,
I don’t know what is was, what is this game
Love turned into hate, trust into betrayal, me;
I wonder what not and what to see?
People say me to leave them alone,
“You’re behavior is miserable” I hear often on the phone,
They call me characterless, maybe I seem that frank?
Is it my imagination, I think this is a bloody prank !
Was I that bad, was it mine fault ?
I smiled and accepted each and every assault.
Their words and actions pierce me like a bullet,
I wonder what I did, or more I should let.
Convincing myself, I spent so much time,
That maybe, I should’ve used to make you mine,
The sun never shines here, though the sky bends,
My life ended, but this melancholy night never ends….
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