The difficult part is telling, when it started
Did it start, when I first saw her
Or when did we, want to be with us
The difficult part is telling, when it ended
Did it end, when she listed priority
Or when did I, realize it left my heart
The difficult part is telling, why it was
Did it happen, for it was time
Or when did I, feel she was mine
The difficult part is telling, why it is not
Did it blow out, for there to be darkness
Or when did I, feel I next saw light..
Monday, May 21, 2007
Trust Yourself..
With a mind in pain, a heart that weeps
Why are eyes, void of flaming tears
I am silent, lost in love
I feel the sky beneath, and water above
A breath one less, a burning chest
I have to let go, and yet have hope
Test my feelings, where they really to
And taste if fruit, has ripened too
End the yearn, of this prisoner soul
Unleash its power, when it meets Shakti
Why are eyes, void of flaming tears
I am silent, lost in love
I feel the sky beneath, and water above
A breath one less, a burning chest
I have to let go, and yet have hope
Test my feelings, where they really to
And taste if fruit, has ripened too
End the yearn, of this prisoner soul
Unleash its power, when it meets Shakti
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