It takes so much strength to suppress that yearning, To step back and let the thing you love grow, It’s bittersweet, crushing and revealing; Going with the flow, when everything inside you says: No,No,No!
He doesn't burn photographs He doesn't join therapy sessions He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes Nor he drown himself into alcohol He scratches his wounds daily And never let them heal He doesn't try to get rid of the pain Instead he let it grow on him He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears He feeds it with the manure of old memories He takes it to sleep with him And nurtures it in himself Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain Until his fragile heart can bear no more And his soul starts overflowing with emotions That's when he dip his pen into this pain And empty his heart on a piece of paper He bares his soul for us to feel He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
I am the washed up shores And ***** of sea shells, Sharp "Ouch!' and cut of feet. I am sandpaper to gentle touch and dissonance to your symphony. I am the chaos they claimed Only existed in your imagination, And yet, You still dare to love me.