Love,
Yes you have been screaming,
But then no one's hearing,
You are desperate for a healing;
Yet no one's reaching.
Love,
Your whole stories are shared by writing,
Your whole desires are filled by colouring,
Your whole strategies are planned by shapping;
Your whole journey is created by drawing.
Love,
The world can be so breaking,
The people can be so intimidating,
The words can be so deceiving;
But don't you want to be the one winning?
Love,
You must be tired and hurting,
Or you must be flaming and resting,
All you need to do is to appreciate everything;
Big or small all the things given are yours to earn and love.
Love, keep on loving.
-all the best to you-
YOU ARE READING
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...
