What is the story?
Drained thoughts,
Can't concentrate
In this heavy rain
Reminding you of what it feels like
To never know the warm arms
that can hold you
When the cold comes in
You hear it from a soul
that have been deserted,
Managed to love herself
even if it's heavy
From her heart she figure
That love is equal
More than what many people
are seeking for this life
What she sees in people is pure
She seek for the great and block the bad
How she'll do is unknown
Cause her mind is different
You hear it from a mind
that experienced chaos,
Muddled, With thoughts
that never fade
Lost of patience
Frustrated
Still not finding its way,
But the good can help
She figures maybe her own words
May be her comfort,
Write until you see the sunrise
Maybe in that way she could rise
She has too many discourages
Negative souls surrounding her
Instead of help they criticize
Made her loose hope in herself
So many silent treatment
What words can't be described
She held them inside.
It burns like hell.
What's inside?
You'll never know until you met her
For this moment you can be satisfied
with her way of disguise.
- Thamii04 -
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Thoughts; Inside a quiet soul
PoetryHave you ever wonder what's inside a quiet, kind and maybe isolated mind? Its personality won't show much about itself But her words speaks years of not expressing at the right moment. But, don't blame it on the universe. Thoughts incorporated i...
