Grounded with grief
Wounds are deep
Treasured your every word
Where my secrets I should keep?
As tears are held by rain
And shadows by dark night
When I ruin white into blue
Oh! It looks so right..
Sound of every rhymes are real
You need is to feel
The more the papers get inked
The more I heal
Calendar are filled with cross..
The circles are missing
Probably, born to be an ugly blessing
