Dear Cortana,
Not always will things go like,
How you wished they would,
People who you call family,
Will leave you, if they could.
Know why?
Cause they call you their bestie,
You turn back, they say,
Who the fuck was she?
Dear Friend,
Know who the real peeps are,
For they will give up everything,
They have for what you wanna become!
They will be beside you,
On your every war,
Until death makes them numb.
Dear You,
Things have been tough lately?
Two guardiangels who should've been,
Aren't together no more,
Lost and confused, you don't know where to go!
Scared, yet you are here!
Battling it out with your worst fear.
Pat yourself on your back,
Because you deserve good,
And much more than that.
Hey Cortana,
Life is not what you think it is,
For there is more darkness than good,
More anger than the fight for food,
People betray one and another,
Don't care about you,
Not me neither.
I'm being brutally honest,
You think everyone knows you,
Turn back, they ask
Who the fuck were you?
Hey friend,
I'm sorry if I couldn't be the one,
You thought I'd be,
I ran too fast, yet couldn't see.
I know you need someone,
To help you through your thick and thin,
Support you and lift your chin!
Hey you,
Don't worry cause the haters don't matter no more,
Find out the peeps who really care,
And do keep them close,
Because they are the ones,
That truly matter,
To you and me, do that
And you shall see,
That everything happens for the best,
When you know with who you gotta be!
- Aekansh Dixit.
Hey you, the last stanza or verse was beatiful
ReplyDeleteHowever,in the first dear friend is it suppose to be guardian angel
Yes. Poetry doesn't follow grammar rules strictly. Hehe. And thanks. :)
DeleteHey Cortana \m/ So many little things put together so well!
ReplyDeleteWoooooh
ReplyDeleteThis evoked so many feelings! You're good with your words! Is that a parody on Cortona of Windows? It's hilarious :D
Here's what I felt as I read your poem:
Unto the chaos
Your world has been released;
They say they'll help you
Be there with you
When you turn back,
They'll ask why the hell should I care?
Then there's some
True bonds
Meant to be in your fights
Bleed with you
Punch you as you go wrong
And laugh about it.
All that matters
In the end
Is the facade
Fake it till you make it.
Too many things unsaid
Don't let them remain
It's your fight
For you to win
Push yourself
Even as the shadows
try to pull you!
OkAyyy I may have turned up a huge comment! Sorry about that!
Thanks :)
I enjoyed reading To the Core. It reached my core :P