I visit u very often..
causing choked throats n your voice softens.
No one was there to stop me from reaching ur beautiful eyes..
But wait there was more,something more than ur empty eyes.
But just what it was i could not tell..
And yet, I sensed that all was not well.
My spirit was troubled n i felt to shout..
Too long i have been captive,please let me out!.
There in the darkness I struggled to see..
Trying to grasp what was stopping me.
I told to myself that i am tough and strong..
But a voice spoke softly tat's where ur wrong.
"You tell yourself, 'I can handle it all..
'No matter what happens, I must stand tall.'
"Let go of your pride and admit that you cry..
Coz i am the witness so dont u ever shy.
Just shut your eyes tightly n let me fall down..
I'll roll down your cheeks,n make you calm n sound.
I know that no longer would I be the same,as u weep..
I'll come and go but then there will be peace.
So dont hesitate to call me again..
Coz i'll find my way even if there is no rain.
I'll come running to fill your eyes for years...
N people will say tat u have eyes full of TEARS.
Friday, April 17, 2009
TEARS-an autobiography
Posted by swati at 12:16:00 AM 39 comments
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