Even the strongest souls get exhausted.
Even the kindest souls gets beaten.
For your soul was never meant for this world.
Its created to love, give and return to your Creator.
An eternal home
Made by the deeds of your soul for the hereafter.
Even the strongest souls get exhausted.
Even the kindest souls gets beaten.
For your soul was never meant for this world.
Its created to love, give and return to your Creator.
An eternal home
Made by the deeds of your soul for the hereafter.
It feels dark
Or maybe thats the feeling of a torn heart
Or maybe thats just one of those parts
You thought you fixed
But it shatters, just from a touch
And you find yourself once more in the dark
At where the scars marked.
She took in as much air that her lungs could
But she couldn’t breathe in life into her own womb
Silly.
For only the Creator could breathe in life at the right tune
Trust Him and those little hands will be yours soon.
I prayed
But still just one blue line
Trust His plans and all will be in time
I cried still and he held me tightly in his arms
And I know then, that even if its just us both
Its perfectly fine
Trust His plans and you be rewarded, for eternal happiness is found at the end of time.
and maybe it wasn’t butterflies
it was life breathing into you
and you felt everything again
From anger to love
And every life has its due time
But I want this life to always be mine.
And in the darkest of the dark
Was a sky that had only known stars
But for others
They had only known scars
Within the cage of her heart, leaves started to grow and roses began to bloom
It also wilted to a rhythm
of what the heart had to presume
at some days she plucked to uncertain
just to feel wholesome
but he still watered them with his affection
growing more leaves and roses in her poems.
He loves me.
all those words she wrote
she wrote them for him
like it was just a book about him
but she knows he’ll never read them
or maybe he’ll just never buy them
so she wrote poems for sale