• sushil5554 5w

    Sometimes I just write..
    Feeling an urge to express,
    heart is poured in words,
    even though i have nothing to confess.

    It's like those times when
    I fly too close to the sun.
    The heat may burn my feathers,
    still not enough to dry my tears.

    Then again I wake up from the unseen
    realising it was just a dream.
    Then go back to sleep hoping,
    If I could see a glimpse again,
    of when he appeared in my dream.