My Poetry (English - Usha)-You cut me

You cut me so deep

When you left me with many complaints

No thoughts of me you will keep

Your heart is made of stone

You go your way and I'll go mine.

I wish you would stay

I will not ever get hurt by you

Your fight hits me like an ice burg

Since you dont foresee the result that

I am now just a part of the past.

....................... Usha