The heart and soul inside me was caged,
It screamed for freedom
But what good does a heart do?
Years ago, I let that heart decide.
She loved every single soul,
She forgave every single culprits,
She danced in rain and bathed herself in sun rays,
She walked miles with people,
But she was hurting.
Her soul was crying for help while
She bend her knees and prayed for others,
Her soul, knew it was over.
So now, years later her soul caged the heart,
The heart was never meant to set free,
She must always be caged for her soul was live,
She caged her heart.
YOU ARE READING
Realest
PoetryPoems and tales that will remind you of how much you are actually living and hurting. Some realistic poetry. Actually not a good writer but do leave some feed backs for me.
