Lost in Words, [30/09/2022 19:58]
They say magnificence lies in all things,
In the breeze, the trees, the moon and the stars,
There's magnificence in soul, our brain and heart,
However, they neglect to improve the scars.
There's excellence in torment,
Furthermore, in the heart that has been broken over and over,
There's magnificence in the words you keep and the one's you say,
There's magnificence 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 substantially more than it at any point got ,
The scars recuperate, and disappear yet the agony 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,
Also, attempt to satisfy everybody,
Regardless of whether you're worn out and needing assistance.
It's astonishing, but more terrible the issue is,
You absolutely traverse,
Coz you're honored,
With a one of a kind power in you!
Lost in Words, [16/10/2022 17:08]
Journal
They call me their companion,
Converse with me about their day,
From begin to end.
They converse with me when totally
feeling blue,
Indeed, I've heard a great deal things about you!
I've heard them cry, when they
had nobody close by,
They separated their dejection with me,
When had nobody to trust.
I know their temperaments,
How they feel, cheerful, content or miserable,
I must know an adequate number of about them,
Every one of their characteristics, positive or negative.
Be that as it may, it's been quite a while
since they've been away,
Seems like they have
no more words to say.
I decide to remain, wanting to hear
from them soon,
Perhaps they have an old buddy,
Or on the other hand they've begun conversing with the moon.
I understand perhaps they are occupied,
Furthermore, don't require me any longer,
In any case, I'm simply a journal,
Who was once their dearest companion previously.
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