Here,
I am wondering who I really am,
Seems everything good in our end,
but the feel of wrong still be our friend,
I praise everything you did,
Two years with all the hide and the hate,
A commitment that almost reach tge expired,
Bring tge distance closer to iur debt,
My silence is a playground hurt,
Its a curiousity without any doubt,
A direct speech that always said from the heart,
A realization that I might never be a part,
The heart seems like tired to wait,
The reassurance I want never meet the fate,
Driving all the hunch with more heat,
A perfect reason I held all the hate,
But that's not the real reason I start the break,
Thats not the reason I hard to breath,
Its the question I start to take,
The following reality that I need a right.
June 7th, 2020
- Ind
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A Soul That Sing
PoetryA melody I heard within my heart, A symphony I felt within my lungs, My Whispering words that failed to be spoken, Promising fate which need an my acceptance, A final decision which lead the future, A guidance without any descriptions, A tears...
