The Hidden Truth
Listening to him saying his words,
Feeling the pain all over again,
Smearing my soul
With the blood of dark,
And feeling the eerie
Killing my heart,
is what i call a hidden truth
Happiness and sadness
Then sadness and sadness
Capturing my heart
Oppressively
Warding the power in me away,
Killing the innocent child in me
is what I call a hidden truth
This subdued soul of mine
How pity it resist its agony
And rival its pain
To paint my heart
With brightful colors
And resurrect
my innocent child again
is what I call a hidden truth
the day I filled my heart
with happiness
the day I filled my heart
with warmness
the day I wished it
to be eternity
has disappeared
with a blink of an eye.
With a blink of an eye
The past repeated it self and still.
Is what I call a hidden truth ...
Copyright © Sara Murad | Year Posted 2007
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