Thursday, December 3, 2009

Hungover Poetry - 2




Get off from your past love’s cobwebs, Shake up,
You’ve had better nightmares, wake up.
No it doesn’t always happen to you, don’t whine.
You've got your troubles, I got mine.

Your love has been shut out and spit out and ripped apart,
Remember that nobody ever died of a broken heart .
My train kept a rollin’ with bitter words and a glass of wine,
You've got your troubles, I got mine.

There is nothing to do but pick up the pieces,
First love’ first pain never ceases.
I lost a diamond and you weep for Rhine,
You've got your troubles, I got mine.

I too had lost my love today,
All of my dreams have flown away.
And so forgive me if I seem unkind,
You've got your troubles, I got mine.

Maybe we will meet in another place at another time
But till then you've got your troubles, I got mine.

2 comments:

  1. hw if we do this poetry ting of urs in eminem style :)wud be fun

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  2. LOL.... This is not what I had in my mind when I worte this.. In my delusions of grandeur I might have wanted it to be compared to Shakespeare's Sonnets but certainly not Eminem ;-)

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