2 years ago
They say excellence lies in all things,
The breeze, the trees, the moon and the stars,
There's excellence in soul, our brain and heart,
In any case, they neglect to improve the scars.
Be that as it may, there's magnificence in torment,
Furthermore, in the heart that has been broken over and over,
There's excellence in the words you keep and the one's you say,
There's excellence in the manner, how you actually decide to remain,
In any event, when your heart holds no more strength,
Once more, to adore, accept once more or even live any longer,
Coz it fears being broken in the ways it's been broken previously.
It has lost considerably more than it at any point got ,
The scars recuperate, and disappear yet the torment won't ever leave.
You actually pass the tempests,
Regardless of whether it upswings your boat,
You have no anxiety toward losing anything,
Coz you lost each fight you battled,
Yet at the same time clutch some expectation.
You actually figure out how to grin,
At the point when there's simply a void left in yourself,
What's more, attempt to satisfy everybody,
Regardless of whether you're worn out and needing assistance.
It's astounding, but more regrettable the issue is,
You absolutely overcome,
Coz you're honored,
With a power remarkable in you!
SOMETHING IN THE Downpour
Hold my hand, whirl me around,
In no where,
How about we dance till we can't dig up some authentic confidence.
Just you and I,
With no intrusive eyes.
Start to lead the pack, I'll follow.
Slowly and deliberately, to a lovely beat of our pulse,
Slow, delicate, with drops of downpour all over,
One arm on my back, one more in your grasp.
Eyes locked, hands cut, feels like forever where we stand.
Presently we're moving, in reality as we know it where it's simply us,
With the sky shouting out blissful tears,
Finally, there should be something in the downpour.
SOMETHING IN THE Deluge
Hold my hand, spin me around,
In no where,
Could we dance till we can't uncover some true certainty.
Just you and I,
With no meddling eyes.
Begin to stand out, I'll follow.
Gradually and purposely, to a beautiful beat of our heartbeat,
Slow, fragile, with drops of deluge everywhere,
One arm on my back, another in your grip.
Eyes locked, hands cut, feels like everlastingly where we stand.
By and by we're moving, in actuality as far as we might be concerned where it's just us,
With the sky yelling out euphoric tears,
At last, there ought to be something in the storm.
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