If only you could see what's on my heart,
You'd see thousands of crumpled papers,
Filled with broken poetries,
constructed by woeful verses.
Pages of untold stories,
with unfinished proses;
And an unexplainable pieces.
If only you could hear what's on my heart,
You'd hear the words I failed to scream,
The horrible weeps of my shattered dreams,
The sound of my soul aching and breaking,
The demons inside me who's mercilessly laughing,
The sobs I suppressed with a smile and an "I am fine." lie,
And the sound of my heart which cry, "I am fragile."
If only you could see what's on my heart,
The chaos, the sadness, the fears and the tears,
If only you could hear what's on my heart,
The screaming, the weeping and the crying,
If only you could,
I wouldn't have to write this poem.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 9:47 AM UTC
If only you could see what's on my heart,
You'd see thousands of crumpled papers,
Filled with broken poetries,
constructed by woeful verses.
Pages of untold stories,
with unfinished proses;
And an unexplainable pieces.
If only you could hear what's on my heart,
You'd hear the words I failed to scream,
The horrible weeps of my shattered dreams,
The sound of my soul aching and breaking,
The demons inside me who's mercilessly laughing,
The sobs I suppressed with a smile and an "I am fine." lie,
And the sound of my heart which cry, "I am fragile."
If only you could see what's on my heart,
The chaos, the sadness, the fears and the tears,
If only you could hear what's on my heart,
The screaming, the weeping and the crying,
If only you could,
I wouldn't have to write this poem.