The silence in my words,
Whispers more than my voice,
Lost love in my emotional herds,
You didn't gave much of a choice;
Entangled myself with nature,
Try to find my lost love,
Even if I didn't have any future,
I would spread my wings like a peaceful dove;
Everytime I lost my path,
Learned so much from my mistakes,
Still trying to control my wrath,
No matter what ever it takes;
When you are in so much pain,
Smiling becomes very easy,
When I walk in the middle of the rain,
My love becomes queasy;
Failure is always better,
When you stand above and rise,
Don't become an advise letter,
Everyone has to become their own wise;
©Scarto.
©scarto
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