Hold back yourself.
You are making it way
Too fast.
Please wait for me to recover
From my bruises to stand up and run
With your flow.
I confess you are strong
Not like me who cries at midnight
For her little weak heart
Not like me who trembles
For her little big fear.
I confess you are strong .
Strong enough to wash
Away all the dirt from the land
From the people's skin and feet
But not from their demon hearts and eyes which kills me everyday and night.
So hold back yourself
Cause you are my last sweet hope
To embrace and enclose me to give a bit of bravery and strength
To fight against the world and its people who never understands you, understands me
And understand the people
who fall in love easily
And break themselves.
YOU ARE READING
Messed up lines
RandomIts no poem. Its no story. Its just a written version of the fiddled up messy thoughts with no such impressive writing skills. like totally raw.
