When the heart bleeds and nothing can heal it, the only thing left to do is write. Thoughts are volatile, sometimes they are cruel and other times are kind, nevertheless both are needed. In our life we encounter waves Some are small and pure; Some...
When the heart bleeds and nothing can heal it, the only thing left to do is write. Thoughts are volatile, sometimes they are cruel and other times are kind, nevertheless both are needed. In our life we encounter waves Some are small and pure; Some are big and destructive We should be like the water Be in shape for the future Go with the flow— Follow those things you should follow Face the storm and keep on sailing Know how to swim in the depths of crying Use your pain to make a poetry "In the midst of melancholy I survived by the ocean of poetry"