I'll let you rule my heart Yes , I'll let you love me a lot In a not so easy way First tread and tread See how it bleeds Feel the forlorn cry How it devours To the core Melancholy , My musical tone The fabric of my life I'm a poetry myself In my heart and mind Words embellish my verse Console my mind When I wail and cry.
I'm a barren parched land Beneath the scorching heat Isolated sky Under glaring sun's eye. Nevertheless , This deserted soul Knows how to bind and guide Drift and sway Strong roots and bonds of love deep , Deeply inside Where groundwater resides Seeping , dripping , oozing Moistening The impervious layers inside.
My soul once like a rugged fabric, tough, rough and always erratic. Never knew it could be damaged, severed this way, like a toy, it was pulled, pushed, stomped on, thrown up in the air, all anyone did with it was play. A torn tapestry just hanging on the wall, put out as an exhibit, people come, stand and admire how beautifully it's flawed, glitched and screwed up and torn into bits. My soul once a beautiful fabric, now all that is left are shreds.
An appropriate reply to a person who always makes you feel that you can't do anything.Be self-motivated sometimes bcoz there are always some idiots around who intentionally make you feel down and depressed.