Lost It
I'm not a miss poet.
I'm just a girl.
Living in this world.
With my fair words.
If you think that I make no sense.
You just bat an eye on yourself.
I write about who you are,
What you do.
It's bitter, but it's
all so true.
You'll keep waiting but,
I'm never coming for you.
You're the one who started it,
You're the one who have to fall.
Because, I already lost it all.
Lost it all for you.
Copyright © Hira Zeeshan | Year Posted 2014
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