Singing

Singing

Singing takes me frequently
So I am found singing loud around
But i am not well trained
By my standard every one is a singer

I sing the shortest and saddest one
The happiest and long song I keep in mind
People find them cute and the sweetest
But no one notice I break and bleed inside

In fact I did not take singing to be sadder
Upon my already broken heart
I don’t want to take more unwanted pressure
To get relief from my pent up feeling
And a light up mood that are what
I immediately sought from my singing

However ,i keep continue my song
wind tells me i will get my satisfaction
at the end and i get it
and start singing with full throat again

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