No, don't remind me how to fall apart,
I already know how to,
I am still falling apart;
My heart is still aching from all the falling.
Maybe I cannot face the truth,
Maybe I cannot accept the fate,
Maybe I cannot stop being rude,
Maybe I cannot stop envy the great,
But despite how the dominant colour of my soul is blue;
I will still stand on broken legs with pouring passion coloured in red.
Stop reminding me of my weaknesses,
Instead please wake me up inside,
Save me from my endless lifelessness,
Show me the place where I should reside,
Take me from the dark,
Tell me how the sun is still shining,
Your shadows covering me like an ark,
Like the fire engulfing me I am still yearning,
You are the adrenaline rushing in me,
You make me losing my memories of how weak I am;
You bring me back to life.
-a dedicated message from Libra to you; the valued reader-
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Tales of A Libra
PoetryThe author wonders why most of the poems she has read are all about love. Will life be constantly surrounded by love? If yes, why she has not found one? However, suddenly there was a song, and a starry night, that inspired her to write. And follow h...
