Do you know when
was the day you were born?
Or the day you were in a comfort,
Far away from all the heat and cold
Protected under someone's ,embrace
When was the day you first cried
Being here in the world's
To live a life or to die!
Do you ever wonder?
I think over and over wondering?
Did my baby heart knew,
Where am I or who are they?
Did I know those giant hands
The moment I was caress under their hand
Did I know from my birth
that they were safe to be with?
Do I care, the life I have to live
Did I think, I would cry one day?
Cursing my breath the day I came.
Do you know I cried my heart ?
Do you know I was crying for you?
When was the moment .
I-I thought my golden thoughts
I cried my golden tears...
All sun,moon long thinking
I was too fragile ,pathetic
And not a moment I was proud of who I am!
There were moments you cry
And they didn't seem to flow..
There were moments you think
And they just aren't golden
There's a moment someone stab your heart
Not because they wanted to
But because u allow them.
What even if there's no one to lean on
You always have yourself to love
Do you know when?
you have to stand,fight for yourself
your life,i know it's when?
And that moment I thank my frenemies, critics,tempters,
pulling me down to stab on Me
I pray, cause they help me
showing me How I'm still fragile
not worth it,then I still got a lot more
To work upon my perfectionist
Cause it's not the end.
While I'm still breathing I'll fight,I'll laugh,I'll love,i'll cry, I'll fall down
And still stand up again. And i'll live
Who are you? To judge
Everyone, everything is worth
Try to look,and you will see...
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poem of poems...
Poesíato my lovely human... that keeps inspiring me to write everyday I meet you... ?well this is a memories of me to all the persons who has motivated me to create all the fantasies and butterflies in my stomach... It may also have some day to day life...
