Smiling i may look,
But still i am shook,
Tears don't roll by,
Though my heart wails, "Please Cry"
I am a soul
That's broken but hides the crevices,
Gives shelter though has own fate on the dices,
Suffered a lot, yet when needed always obliges.
The void that's within keeps trying,
Slowly sucking all that's been helping me heal those scars of time,
My chest feels filled with some liquid that doesn't make me forget the crying,
I need someone to make that space a better place where we can stay and dine.