Inchay
I am sad but I am crying for joy
Because I am full of blessings
that maybe I am blind of
because I am trying to catch for something.
Standing still fighting loneliness
because of my different view of happiness
I may be painting a smile on my face
but my eyes would defy me instead.
What really had happened?
My reflection is different from what I can see
Where was the girl who dreamed simple
The girl who dreams of true love.
Long, gone for a while
Maybe took a diversion to look for someone
Or parked on somewhere to stop and think
Went on a sleepover to evade.
The pain of yesteryear
That’s been hard to forgive and forget
The past that I am trying to bury
but kept on haunting me.
nice sharing of thoughts. or is this just a poetry?
it’s both my friend. I usually make poems out of how I feel, it’s my way of sharing.
nice one.. it is to release what you have in mind.
yes, yes, yes…. my outlet because I am not the type of person who easily goes out of the shell.