I see the stars sparkling so bright,
Within the moon kissed sky.
I hear the lark so sweetly sing,
Amidst the morning dawn.
I smell the flower full in bloom,
And see their royal pomp.
And yet some place so deep within,
I'm shrouded and I'm closed.
The brilliance there I can't see,
In mists of misery.
Enshrined inside, unable thus,
To touch the warmth without.
I gaze upon this passion spent,
And yet . . . Inside I die.
im not sure what to say or how 2 begin writting...i've tried, n i've tried hard to plz...but yet it hurtz...she can curse n yell..but does not feel ,evn a pinch of guilt..she can pretend,she can manipulate but yet no guilt inside,..
Ya Allah...plz show me ur way..protect me from hatreds...i've tried to forgive...but yet im in doubt...