Not The Beauty Of Sky With Stars ,
Not the beauty of sky with stars ,
Nor the amazement of taz ,
Her eyes neither hold the black magic,
Nor her lips were petals of rose,
Yet he loved her as if she was his religion,
And her name was his hymn.
And I wonder does he ever knew he was faith of mine .
~rainandstrom
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I changed. I changed my habits, my city, my style.
But I can't change my heart which beats for you only.
Rainandstrom
Hole
When your heart squeeze and you feel a hole inside it,
It's feels as if you something is lost,
You feels a certain kind of sense which tells you you are alone,
Your heart then gently give your chest a pat as if saying
Don't worry, it's just a void hole of your lost trust, love, and kindness .
This is hole full of betrayal, and loneliness.
“A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.”
—
John Steinbeck