Feelings are born;
like a fresh flower bathed in dew drops.
They live within us secretly,
watered by hopes;
they slowly grow.
Musical, our world will turn out to be.
Magical, will be our dreams.
And then one day they will fall to the ground,
crushed by those who were dear ;
and vanish into nothingness.
Every broken pieces can be gathered, And glued together, I'm sure it will form some shape, I'm sure it would make Some sense, But it will...
To take the pen, to use the ink wisely, to have an idea, to go into the depths of the idea, to choose the right words, to note it down...
Many ravens of insecurities peck my brain, wound my soul, feed on my energy, I grew apart from the ones who loved me, what was love I no...
