Автор Sid Nayyer
Garden of Nothing
You were the seed that fell
Into my garden of nothing
Stems grew
Weeds grew
A rose
A perfect rose
Grew into my small garden
Every moment a pedal removed
Seconds become endless
This storm
Leaving nothing but a mess
Nothing else is left
But remeberance
Nothing can replace this
Автор Sid Nayyer
Shattered
Wanting death so badly Автор Sid Nayyer made in roses Автор Sid Nayyer And He Left The pictures of our hearts
I can't stay here anymore
Another day
Another broken stone
To throw out our emotions
To not say nothing was there
So much pain
I can't stand
No one can undo the pain
But you
This feeling is pain
Every moment is sour
Purging my emotions
Losing grip of reality
Truth couldn't be so painful
My shattered soul
Nothing else left
Picking up the pieces
My sorrows
My cries
My Pain
I was nothing but a "hello"
You were the seed that fell
Into my garden of nothing
Stems grew
Weeds grew
A rose
A perfect rose
Grew into my small garden
Every moment a pedal removed
Seconds become endless
This storm
Leaving nothing but a mess
Nothing else is left
But remeberance
Nothing can replace this
Into the dust, on my nerves
I wanted some action before I die
The dull thunder, the crack
How lovely they were
The roses in violent
The mourning of the day
Printed in this nameless book
Stumbled, done and repeat
Not leaving the histories in terms
Buried in this book I write
For never a moment
In your eyes, I was lost
So strange in your truth
Make this be just right
Wandering down the years
This dark corner I fell into
This false mercy
This mirror reflected, nothing
When I lost more than a soul
The glass now broken
With no face to watch back
