People talk about how easy it is
But it feels like the hardest thing to do.
They say,
They are at peace
And I ask myself why I’m not.
Why am I finding it hard,
To fall in love with my fears.
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ONLY YOU
In you
I found a friend,
A lover
In you
I found a liar
And
A cheat
Which side of the apple
Do I bite from,
Green or red?
Because
With you
I come alive
A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Those harsh words came to her in the night
In form of her lover.
they kissed her all over and left her,
miserable
wretched
dull
broken.
she prayed for the sun to come out,
to be hopeful again
but it was like waiting for rain during summer.
she would never forget the night
she was scarred for life.
TIME
Dear Friend, Dear Enemy
Think ‘ere ye act
Hie hie hie
Hence, dont be reluctant
Time doth not wait for man
Dost ye think thy control the gates ?
‘Tis time that makes a man
Oh ye! It wont wait
Hie.
Healed Wounds
You say you regret your actions, yet you aren’t remorseful.
How do you expect this to work, when there’s a third party.
You are not deserving
Time is running out ,I need you to free me
I can’t be your prisoner anymore.
Today I’m alive, tomorrow I might not be
Let me be wild today, before the sun comes out tomorrow.
Leave me be.
Pray For Somalia
The Mask
I am a black rose from a garden filled with red ones.
Always looking to the red ones for strength and love
But I’m always cast aside.
I put on my happy mask everyday,
The sad one is too revealing.
I don’t want the world to see how burnt i am
Instead, I hide my tears behind the mask,
Waiting for someone to finally remove the mask.
Me
I’m not perfect
I make mistakes and that’s what makes me human
The only time I feel almost perfect is when I write
That’s the only time my heart takes control
That’s the only time I truly feel alive
That’s the only time I don’t feel like I’m drowning in a box
That’s the only time I feel like me.
I don’t know about you
But that’s the only time I let my emotions out .
Broken wings
Those scars those scars
Shine like the stars
Only if you could see through them
You would know the story behind
Deep deep within those bitter sweet memories
Lies a dark secret and a good fortune
Which is inevitable.
She was depicted as glamorous
With holes and stiches,
Yet none could see
How she was acting, so guile.
Down to earth, a description of her
But a rotter she thought of herself.
Only if the world could see
How broken she is.
Grateful
I have a beautiful family
I am grateful for all i have, yet I’m unhappy.
My body dances to the rhythm everyday
My brain acquires all the information it can
My stomach is always satisfied
I go to school and I have a roof under my head
And yet, I’m unhappy.
My question is why?
Why does my body tell me I’m not loved?
Why do I feel like an avalanche is on top of me?
Why do I feel like my weight is killing me suddenly?
Maybe it’s because I’ve given my body all that it desires and forgotten about my soul.
A wise man once told me the soul doesn’t belong in this world, it belongs in the hereafter,
With the Creator
God.
In order to make it happy,
You need to please the Creator for the Soul to be at ease.
Maybe this is the cause of my unhappiness.
I’ve been too engrossed in making my body happy and have forgotten about the soul.
I am in shambles.
