He asked me if I was okay...
Picking up the pieces of my soul..
Seweing my heart together..
I said, Yes I am..
But when I asked myself if I was alright..
All I could hear were cries..
Tears never stopped trickling down..
And pain never stopped stabbing my heart...
With a heavy heart and soul, I just kept moving on..
I wanted to stop, lie down, cry and let the world know of my open wounds..
But sometimes darling, I said to myself, 'You have to function on a wounded heart and soul..
Sometimes darling, I said to myself, You have to endure the pain for a little more time..
Sometimes darling, I said to myself, You have to give just another chance to someone..
Because life my darling isn't a bed of roses...
Been thinking about different types of pain and troubles for a while and this poem came to me. I hope you enjoy it. Lemme know your thoughts on this.
Love and light,
Sharoon.
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