What’s lost will come back in a way that you can never imagine.
Category: Feelings
It’s not about understanding the words, It is understanding the feelings enclosed. -S.H. about poetry These days. Like a storm with its residuals. Devastation upon the circumstances. Circumstances of knowing…
Like a swish of the magic wand. The spring vanished and out came the storm. The lighting, the thunder. The lost and confusion. Frustrations. With welled up tears. Swollen eyes…
They told me to write. About that one thing I couldn’t write. Because I’ve lost it. And there’s no way to put it right. ~S.H.~
I tried closing my eyes. I tried numbing the feeling through excitement. I tried burying myself in loudness. I tried hiding. But it shows. It shows till there’s no…
If you believe that that smile won’t crumble, And that tears won’t fall, Believe that they had fallen, Like a waterfall gushing downhill. And they never stop. If you…