Its all down here in the basement,
all closed and locked up.
Some old memories, few random thoughts
and lots of abandoned feelings
that I don't want to think of.
Its half a room, full heart,
and that's what I behold
but I am sad and upset
that I don't come here any more.
Its all down here in the basement,
that I have been looking for,
some unforgotten people
and somewhere myself in the lot.
Its half a room, full heart
and its not always enough,
to keep the secretes so deep;
to love and hate
and still not weep.
Its all down here in the basement
and I guess it shall remain there
till half a room, full heart,
becomes a full room and an empty heart,
that shall never ever veil a secret again.
"Its all down here in the basement,
ReplyDeletethat I have been looking for,
some unforgotten people
and somewhere myself in the lot."
These lines are so beautiful and so true. Makes me think of my basement, a corner in a my mind, a piece of my heart where like everyone I too hide my life away.
Good job!
P. S. - The last line you mean secret without an additional e right?
Thanks kru.. I am nt a writer or a poet just telling my story... glad to hear you relate...
ReplyDeleteand I will make the change :P