I can't see the clouds over my head
I can't see why I feel cold
I can't see why I am happy in the morning and sad in night
I can't see the melancholy echoing deep down
I can't see anything when I cry
I can't see why I cry
I can't see why I unintentionally cry
I can't see why I look so fragile, but I ain't
I can't see why I don't like the way I am
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When Heart Talks... || Poetry ||
Poetry" Human is the one who wears his heart on sleeve, society is the one which cuts the hand off" A poetry collection from a human, who lost love, by mistake, but even if there's a chance to get it back, she won't take it.... The speciality of the poem...
