Poem.

Only reason you die is because they missed me…

Words are better left unsaid. They have the power to make and break a person’s heart. But for a writer like me, the words I write are my healing potions that drives me to go on and on…

A Poem.

A poem I found in my old collection.

I TRIED TO MAKE THIS ONE WITH A BIT OF RHYME SINCE I USUALLY DON’T DO THAT.

Don’t you ever feel why we all are constanly making ourselves busy. All for the sake of having what we need. Only to find once we have achieved this. We end up dismantling everything only to start all over again…..What on earth for!!!!

Everytime I try to keep my head held high I seem to lose faith in myself…..

It tells something about the feeling of a person who’s in love with someone but then she doesn’t even know how to express it with that person.

Why is it so hard.