Definition Of Frustration

Staring at a fake scape with blank eyes;
So many sweet lies written at its back.
On hall-stand I hung my disguise,
Watching my life again to be wrack.

A smiling face hides a stale heart;
Nobody should see these fatal tears.
If this girl had a way to restart,
She would end her life that despairs.

To be gone many years ago;
Had some happy chuckle on lips,
No any betrayal or to endlessly grow,
Only tender touch of death on my tips.

Trauma lectures all memories;
Releases entire lived chances.
My heart bleeds at sceneries,
For the one merely took glances.

Just a blink in life initiated passion;
Yet simply a glance got me frustrated.
His lips kissed a girl with compassion,
As she hands a baby to this black hearted.

Solaced myself at old things that was his,
Trying hard not to lose my conscious espirit.
But what hurts my broken heart the most is;
Being obligated to carry his four month old one in me.

© 2007 Tricky Daze