Zisel`, 9 марта 2019 г., 21:35
"You are so boring, You are so not pretty, You need to stop believing You will survive with this big city." I closed my eyes To keep these voices away, But couldn't stop the tears 'Cause I heard them, anyway. I walked into this place To know, people can cheat. Though I would keep distance, But destiny made us meet. They kept themselves loud, Underestimated my choice. I screamed my lungs out But no one heard my voice. I walked out of the gang, And no one even noticed. Before the warming bell rang, Should've had myself focused. Focused on the road I was taking, Focused on passing years, Focused the smiles I was faking To hide the flowing tears I walked away, I ran so fast, Coming behind was only my hair. Didn't see the places I'd walked past Until I stopped to grasp for airTurned to see what I'd left behind, But didn't expect this beautiful surprise; For, these were flowees of a million kinds, Took sometime to believe my eyes, Thought for a while, to know what it meant, May be the tears had a reason each time, Thought of those days, crying I'd spent, Never thought someday, I would feel so fine. I won't be weak like this for long. Because I know myself, now, better. Every drop of tear can make me strong, And I will come back forever. Yes, I do believe I'll survive this big city. - Humiarah Khan


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