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 ton 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 mind-sets,
How they feel, blissful, content or miserable,
I must know an adequate number of about them,
Every one of their characteristics, fortunate or unfortunate.
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, expecting to hear
from them soon,They say excellence lies in all things,
In the breeze, the trees, the moon and the stars,
There's excellence in soul, our brain and heart,
Yet, they neglect to improve the scars.
There's magnificence in torment,
What's more, 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 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 feeling of dread 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 fulfill everybody,
Regardless of whether you're worn out and needing assistance.
It's astounding, but more awful the issue is,
You absolutely traverse,
Coz you're honored,
With a special power in you!
Perhaps they have an old buddy,
Or on the other hand they've begun conversing with the moon.
I understand perhaps they are occupied,
Also, don't require me any longer,
At any rate, I'm simply a journal,
Who was once their dearest companion previously.
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