Sometimes when the sadness drops suddenly in your life,
You always needn't tell people a reason for it.
Because people can touch your eyes,
Vanishing without painting a dream,
They may caress your lips,
But never make you speak a word.
They linger on the outskirts of your mind,
But will never search the inner depths.
They understand only the touch,
They judge by only your outside,
They only know to come flock you,
When there's happiness rolling.
But they never know the choking,
Of your throat as you suppress tears.
They want to know why you're silent,
But never will try to be
A companion of your lonely nights.
They've never known how it feels like,
To be burnt out like a cigarette,
Or to have you dreams shattered,
Or have everything that you believe fall to pieces.
That's why,
They don't know what's you.
Maybe so...
Sometimes when the sadness drops suddenly in your life,
You always needn't tell people a reason for it.
YOU ARE READING
MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoetryJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
