Strength
I used to be
a scarred mess
of every little problem
that came my way
My heart and my mind
used to be a puzzled mess
of everything
of over loving
of over thinking
of over observing
of over feeling
every little thing
of everything
I used to wish
to stop myself
from doing so
used to ache
to stop my mind
from thinking and observing
But now I've realized
that every little problem
was a petite pebble
along the path of my life
And my heart and my mind
they were never my weakness
they've always been my strength
and I am what I feel and think
and I am who I am
and who I want to be
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