How nostalgic it is.
*To walk on thin rope.
That defined my life.
Never looking back.
Only towards front.
Sadly, not a choice.*
How nostalgic it is.
*To undo feelings.
Avoiding hatred.
or better, sadness.
Sighing in despair.
Oh clamour, just shut up.*
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
How nostalgic it is.
*To walk on thin rope.
That defined my life.
Never looking back.
Only towards front.
Sadly, not a choice.*
How nostalgic it is.
*To undo feelings.
Avoiding hatred.
or better, sadness.
Sighing in despair.
Oh clamour, just shut up.*
There are times,when I avoid thinking too much,
because once i think, I'm afraid I won't be returning.
