Hurt
Its nostalgia that killing me from inside
its worst I know
Never I ever felt such ,
Its making pain and it grow.....
The path is as clear as mud
and I can’t even shed tears to make it flow
The time is moving, The next sun is to glow
My eyes wait to see
but mind refused though.....
Soul is charming, its laughing ,its quite busy in dreams the real self feel empty
and it even can’t scream……
Its constant ,its flowing,
its toughness that surround
The stones i know better
Then the living beings around
The feelings are light as light as straw
but where to fly how come they know
Sometimes it hurts it hurts deeply I know
Copyright © Sang Shine | Year Posted 2011
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