Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Heart Weeps and Feels Sad


Heart weeps
Feels sad
Cries with fears
Pains with no love
Feels nothing joyful
Wants to be touched but gently
Handle me carefully, I am like glass
So can break easily
Love me but do not hurt me please
I am not trash, so please value me
With your heart and not with your wealth.
My heart bleeds and cries with fears
Of being forever alone and without a girl
As my heart weeps and weeps
Nobody feels my unending pain
Now, rest you can judge
Judge, through your heart, if you have a heart
Heart weeps
Feels sad.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
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  • Heather Wilkins (7/16/2013 8:47:00 PM)

    handle me carefully, I am like glass so can break easily. a nice plea I like this write nice imagery (Report) Reply

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