onsdag 25. september 2013

At the dead-end part of heart

It’s the turnarounds of life;
Watching bodies fade to dust
You can’t stop the faceless dreams
It’s hard, it’s tough
The feelings stings upon your soul
like winter frosts, like needles
through your heart

Walking down the dead-end roads,
brings nothing else but ache and fear
Confusing thoughts like stumbling feet
in bumps of true life feelings
When did they occur?
I’m at the dead-end part of heart
Where my soul is paying dues to life

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