Withering Heart
What is it for you the tears I shed
silence keep the nasty words unsaid
What is it for you the pain I have
inside my heart big wound is engrave.
Far from beyond to reach my dreams
floating emptiness at never ending streams
How long my mind have fallen asleep
Wake up my senses from sleeping deep.
I like to be the moon hiding under the clouds
rather the sun burning flame inside the shroud
I like to be the bamboo tree, flexible and dancing free
or rather the mighty oak standing proud without plea.
One heart with million heartbeat
million of reasons to fight defeat
to follow what heart's desire is the treat
happiness lies in every step of our feet.
Is not about the Trust nor Not Trusting thou
but the Trust Not getting hurt from you
Trust of knowing I will get hurt with your deed
with Trust you sat down and continue even when my hearts bleed.
To love is to trust ...Trust is to love but where is love , when you are hurt
with the person you trust and use the love to condemn feelings of burst
from your betrayal to now my withering heart
coping to understand why you have done, that part.
Let the love flow... :)
written by Grace Go
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