The lady.

It has been a week since I had left home, the value of its inhabitants I didnot know. But this callous felling is continuously eating up my head. So I have thought of opening up my thoughts now. I feel the fire in my heart dying because I have known to spit them out. I may seem to be an extrovert , an open book a, a girl who can be easily manipulated , but I donot know myself the thoughts which I conceive in the abyss of my heart. Sometimes they come like a gush of emotions washing my eyes and leaving me choked.


Anonymous said…
When allS lOst be Sure sum1's fOund in the dark niGht the starS shine like JemS of hOpe, nO i cOuld hear my life soak JuSt another fear of wet sleaveS on a Monday nite Joke