What's Right What's Wrong
Peel of my layers
One after the other
See my core
Become gentler
For you, it might be a pretty game
To me, it’s a mystery untamed
Drenched in the pool of my own sweat
I don’t let slip in the regret
The paths I choose
Will see the answers be met
I finally drop the noose
Around my neck
The voices are no more a blur
The faces are no more a haze
I am turning over
To a silent page
As the only thing matters now
Is to let nothing ever matter again
Copyright © Priti Bhosale | Year Posted 2013
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