Why do I hear such conversations?
Why the ugly truth is always revealed?
Am I that good that God made me see?
Or am I that bad that he made me suffer?
Maybe suffering now is better than that in a developed stage!
when I knew my soul turned to ashes
Like a black and white tv, my smile lost its joy
And I didn't return the same like before
There will always be a burden between our souls.
Even if treated you good, your words are scars in my soul
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PoetryIn this collection, my aim is to touch your soul. Make you remember an event, a feeling, or a memory. My aim is to put my hand on that scar that mangled your innocent spirit. In this, You may feel.
