He fell in love
And got his heart broken
His tears came from above
His pain he has not spoken
Day by day
He trudged through his sorrows
Day by day
He waits for tomorrow
Work his distraction
Music his company
Thoughts of her, a destruction
Thoughts of her, remains a memory
But gradually, not too soon
Pieces will be fixed
Wounds would be healed
And gradually, not too soon
Maybe, someday he'll know
That everything will get better
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Words
RandomSometimes we can't show what we wanted to show, sometimes all we have is a pen and a paper where we can write it all, every feelings, every emotion, but sometimes even that is not enough. This a collection of my own written poetries, some are random...
