One of us is crying One of us is lying In her lonely bed Staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely One of us is only Waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small
Of course, as I was signalling by my previous comment, if we're being honest, the writing isn't Medusa's, but comes from a long, long time ago, in a far-distant place. As, indeed, did my bit of poetry.
someone said you will know when the mountain falls. guess not.
ReplyDeletebabe...i love em. these two posts. *awe*
ReplyDeletehey!
ReplyDeleteyou almost sound like me toh!
Put on your white sombrero
ReplyDeleteSaddle your horse my dear
And ride off into the sunset
You’d better go
For there is no
Place for you here
Medusa ~ u ain't the only one lol
ReplyDelete::soft hug:: hope ur feelin' better, girl.
here's an e-hug from me...hope u feel better!
ReplyDeleteSomeone is talking like a hopeless romantic.
ReplyDeletethis is an amazing piece of writing :)
ReplyDeleteOf course, as I was signalling by my previous comment, if we're being honest, the writing isn't Medusa's, but comes from a long, long time ago, in a far-distant place. As, indeed, did my bit of poetry.
ReplyDeleteThere's a bit of Scandinavian music that fits even better.
ReplyDeleteMedusa and I know what we're talking about.
o sigh sigh sigh
ReplyDeletewhy is everyone writing sad poems these days?
*sulks*
hmm besh besh.
ReplyDeleteTumhe yeh zid thi ke hum bulate
ReplyDeleteHume yeh umeed wo pukarein
Hai naam hoton pe abh bhi lekin
Awaaz main pad gayi dararein
Liked your depiction very much.