It won’t be easy, to leave it all behind. 
It won’t be easy, even with time. 
It won’t be easy.

Heck, it’ll never be easy,
But just maybe, I could be fine.
For your happiness is also mine.

But it won’t be easy for me, even in a millionth rhyme. 

Written words turned unsaid,
Spoken words unintended,

Words that were,

Misunderstood,
And misinterpreted. 

So help me understand, what you worded. 

“I pray that everyone with a good heart puts their heart in good hands.”

Stumble, and fall. 
Stumble, and fall.
But He’s with you at every step of your call.

Get on your feet now,
and keep walking. 
Doesn’t matter where you start from. 

Stumble, and fall.
Stumble, and fall.
For, He’s with you through it all. 

I can’t write of hope. 
I can’t write of love.

But I can write of egomaniacal thirst and hunger.
I can write of prevailed disappointments and anger. 

But I don’t want to. 
I can’t write them. 

That’s why I can’t write. 

The cold breeze. 

The calm night. 

It would have been perfect with you right by my side,

Till the blankets and blankets of rays, only I’ve missed 

Till then. 

Filled up my cup,
With the poison I pick,
and it’s you.

Silly.
Your lord offered you the whole kingdom of His Majestic Seven Seas, but you keep begging for venomous drops from His servants.

A beautiful disaster 

A catastrophe filling fibers of butterflies underneath my skin 

Till the bottom rift of words I could hardly speak

Filling filled yet bare without ink

A disaster beautifully written

Only just for me, by Him. 

Your character is a subject matter,

On how your soul should never be sold,

To His creations that are even adorn in pearls,

For in this temporal world, 

Nothing lasts,

Except Your Creator’s Mercy and Love that is everlast. 

I wrote about how the sun and moon could have never met.

But My Lord just say, Be and it will be.

An eclipse of the heart it was, and still is.