The 1st April Guy..

So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her eyes so wild, so pure, I am in love, I am sure. But she cares not much, For these eyes of mine, Who sought that love divine, A word I shall not touch. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her lips that say oh ho, Why her I chose, I still don’t know, My lips, Oh, do they still exist? Who knows about this? They hide that forgotten tryst. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her hair that shine and bounce, They just kill me ounce by ounce.  My hair, They don’t feel the fingers run, I miss the way she stirred, My hair into curls. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her heart that takes full pride, In doing what seems right. Look at me, my heart, A coward I have become, Just once I was rejected, Now turned into a dusty item. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her voice so sweet, so beautiful, Symphony from the harp of an angel. And my throat that takes no rest, From the cry...

I die at the will of my own, Not a flower for me should be thrown, For a flower you never gave when I was alive , What point in giving one when I die. When life had betrayed, How could have I stayed , Fooled myself each day , Thinking I’d be accepted next day. The next day never came, it never does, It was now time to decide, Death I chose, what was left in life, With no support, how could I strive. My belonging, though a few, Donate them as I bid adieu, You don’t deserve them, none of you do, Why not give to those who need a few. You didn’t smile for me in life, Why cry now, Don’t blame yourself, It’s too late now. Don’t burn me, Nor bury me, It’s a demand, And it is my right, Leave me in the forest, In harmony I shall rest. To god I say, you aren’t perfect, For this time, you made a mistake, You can’t read my mind, and so you didn’t, And so your reputation is at stake. You made man and gave him trouble, This time, I guess you did too much, Gave all the problems to little boy, ...