Oh dear! Lesson…
The beat of my heart,
The breath of a soul.
That always just tries
To say something…
To write and bleed
Feelings through the pen,
Like an unbounded river flows,
Like a free bird flying high.
But… the words never support like you.
They never capture the true feeling.
Like a soldier in practice
Who misses his aim every time.
Still, I never stop writing,
Never stop bleeding from the pen…
As this pen works like a blade
That strikes its knife deep within.
Deep and deep in my wounds,
It encloses and breaks me,
Like one on his last breath
Prays to God to ease the pain.
And it blows the fire even stronger,
Burning the veins inside me.
But perhaps, it’s not the pen’s fault.
Perhaps I feel it deeply—
From the core of my heart,
From the depth of my mind.
Or… maybe it’s your mistake,
That you made me feel like this.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 5:13 AM UTC
Oh dear! Lesson…
The beat of my heart,
The breath of a soul.
That always just tries
To say something…
To write and bleed
Feelings through the pen,
Like an unbounded river flows,
Like a free bird flying high.
But… the words never support like you.
They never capture the true feeling.
Like a soldier in practice
Who misses his aim every time.
Still, I never stop writing,
Never stop bleeding from the pen…
As this pen works like a blade
That strikes its knife deep within.
Deep and deep in my wounds,
It encloses and breaks me,
Like one on his last breath
Prays to God to ease the pain.
And it blows the fire even stronger,
Burning the veins inside me.
But perhaps, it’s not the pen’s fault.
Perhaps I feel it deeply—
From the core of my heart,
From the depth of my mind.
Or… maybe it’s your mistake,
That you made me feel like this.