What is the experience and for whom?
Is this what they say you learn by living?
What is the experience and for whom?
Is it maturity to cry in silence?
Not being able to show that you are offended and offended?
In what time period did the word called power stick to me?
Or walk a little further into solitude?
Relentless questions.
How can I describe that I am a little girl who takes shelter in her armor, afraid to add more to her wounds!
Is there anyone who reads by heart in this world?
Can anyone understand regardless of gender?
This crazy time has clogged hearts to death.
The raging beast of interest is attacking from all sides,
And unfortunately for my share,
From happiness it falls to be very strong!
My balance, which had blinded it, poured the equinox for no reason. Whenever day becomes equal to night, night races with distance to dilute so much density. My escape plan says he, even if I went somewhere, I had moments without myself there, people were undecided about harmony, I left it halfway. When it became difficult to carry assets, I thought of a river. It was expected, the meadows turned green, this magnificent sight made a hungry person grumpy to cry. Because it is the punishment of some not to touch the tears. To free my prisoners, I drew the roots of the trees in my biology textbook. Whereas, to be realistic, life would turn its back on the books and stack the flames on top of each other. A person who could not escape from the fire became a mason of his shadow, a black sky took his tearful eyes from me. Now if it rains, a wall comes down and we build it again. I say what you went, what you didn't go, I can't say you are there either. I think of you, somehow the sun is watching the street.