her heart, bigger than a ball of fist
her soul remains caged in a grain of mist
She believes in soul and that hers is somewhere far -
I don’t know what Hope is.
I don’t know where to find Happiness.
I only know now—
a head filled with fear and delirium..
We heal by accepting the fact that some things are not meant to stay but that better days ahead are coming.
A collision of music and poetry! I'm in love.
You are my beacon; my way to home..
the snow scenery now gone and forgotten
I stumble onto the lonely summer sea;