You know what?
I never understood, nor do I understand why, you hate, then love, love so deeply only for it to be wasted and lost, not because your love was gone, but because there is no longer that person to love any more.
Why do we get to pass through so much with people, love them, hate them, laugh with them, dance with them, smile with them, insult with them, feel pain with them only for them to die..... For them to leave!!!!
For them to leeaaavvvve, why? It is not fair, and I wish something could be fair, but who am I to say what's fair when nothing is fair, even I am not fair, i am black.
No it isn't funny! I am crying here! But I am trying to crack a joke so you can smile, (hope it worked). I always do this, I smile, I chuckle, I laugh, I giggle and I try so hard to spread happiness and joy, to lighten up and make someone feel better, but the truth is I am sad, I am crying! I am not fine!
Someone who cares: How are you?
Me: I am fine! *Chuckles, U?
This is a transparent lie, I tell most of the times, we all do, and I find out that most atimes, we answer telling someone that we are fine but we really aren't. I think when someone tells you that they are fine you should know they aren't, in some cases though, sometimes we are really fine, but wait are we really fine, is anyone really fine?
I don't think so!
"There has to be something that plaques you, because if there hath a man who lives in spring waters, free of the hot sun, yet suiting like winter nights, then the sun shineth not on his head"
- Priscillia.A.A
Ploughing the soil of our being,
To find a fertile soil, to sow the seed of love.
Tilling, weeding, planting and watering, just to make it worthwhile, to produce a healthy amd fruitful harvest.
A storm approaches, and wipes away the root from the soil, leaving a barren land like it was before, only leaving the remnants that there was indeed a seed of life here, and therein that is all we are left with.
Nothing but a barren land, a land that is fertile but has lost its will.
All but a barren land.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart Speaks
PoetryYes........the description is my heart speaks, because my heart truly does speak , if you listen well enough you will understand. Speak, write, keep writing. One day you will find the right words and they will be enough - by (I don't know the na...
