Heart Cries


Ghost of the past haunt me still..
Moments have passed but footprints remain.
If you want to kill it why do you nurture it anyways?
If you are gonna cut its wings why to make it learn to fly?
Your mask shows fake dreams to someone which u smash later..
Nothing is gained Nothing is Lost In the game of name and Fame..
A creeper whom you sheltered, you chopped it out for no reason.
No space to let out a cry it died n the middle of the spring season.
Time heals all wounds but even if it heals, the memories still pop up from time to time,
to scratch the scars again and rejuvenate the pain.
The world always has a weird way of working itself out,
And its round as well so will have to wait till it comes around.

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