Somehow I am involved
In one thing or the other
Days turns to week
Months turns to year
This is not what I wanted
This is not what I paid for
Nothing went the way I preferred
I didn't get what I wished for
Still there is this little thing
Holding me on this slope
Daily waking me up from sleep
Guess we call it hope
~Life by TallGuy
YOU ARE READING
A bit of me, a bit of you
PoetryA bit of me: Just straight from my heart, I think something and write that, set of lines coming in my mind A bit of you: Your soul searching for something, reached here and saw this, a bit of you lived with me while reading a bit of me
