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 
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" 


Автор Sid Nayyer

made in roses




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

And He Left

The pictures of our hearts 
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


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