*Here are some songs
that my heart sang.*
Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste.
And a promise, of everlasting hope.
Lets trace these p...
P.S Something that just came to me. I think that I didn't expressed my thought as well as I can. But, Some poems become specail, The first time they are written.
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How it is done? A person forgotten? When held always, So dearly loved.
Are those memories not enough? Or the sweet smiles, Those million words said?
How can one, Love, And at the same times, Hate?
For it is seen, Pure anger, In those blazing eyes. But every times, The flames die, Something, Something else, Awakes.
Countless thoughts, Floating. Few words, Being said. But if one only hears, There is music, Behind each single word.
And yet, After all the years. Now forgotten, How can it be?
Has it been the hate? Or the wrong thins said? If so, Then what about, The bright side, Of all these years?
I think, It is neither, Of these feelings. Just a simple choice, Not to be based, On feelings, Nor memories.
Just thoughts.
But, then, It must have, taken ages. To forget, And move on.
