The Sorrow of the Heart
The Sorrow of the Heart
My teers flow but everyone was around
None have seen what I'm looking at.
I try to be quite of my own voice but there was pressure.
Loneliness was my prefer choice.
Because the more I see people around me
The more my teers respond to my emotions
Everyone was fed up but my sorrow is accelerating every minute .
I look into the sky, the heavens were close to confort me.
The only option was my own heart.
It was myself my own happiness rest in me.
But the sorrow rest on the non-existence.
The death, the perish, the loss of the living.
The living has to be happy always.
But our heart controls all that we can be.
So know your heart than your mind.