*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 I wrote this when a elder sister of mine was going back home. She lives in another city, married, a mother of a gorgeous baby boy, and though I was happy for her, and always am. Saying goodbyes still hurt.
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Though I try to shut off my mind, Reality slips in, Every once in a while,
Causing a hollow pit inside to grow, Leaving me, overwhelmed, And raw.
An ache awakes, Spreading like angry fire, To spread wildly. My heart breaks.
I purse my lips. Not a single cry, Leave, or better, Escapes.
Tears filling my eyes, But unable to fall out. Now isn't the time, To show my grief, And let them out.
And so I wait, And the pit inside grows. Each breathe of mine, Becomes hard to take. And to think, for even a second, Feels like a mistake.
It isn't time yet, To let go of the tears. Or to express the dull ache inside, Spreading away.
A deep breathe I take. Eyes closing, not a single tear escapes.
Building a wall, Around my heart. Sealing my mind, Traping away, Each thought.
