Short of words i try to make my point.

But i said never enough to make you mine.

You planned your strike and stopped caring.

When you did stop, then so did i.

Then why am i the hard one?

Then why am i in pain?

All those good times did you swallow?

And Is my descent your gain?


Stammer my way to explain you.

I have craved to see you.

And waiting for you maybe i have changed.

If i have changed, then so have you.

Yes i am the one in sorrow,

and i am the one you have killed.

But now that i have defined you,

never again shall i let you in.


– (Poetbabu)