PARANOMA
The flower blooms again without the need of support.To become a moon from the sun, takes alot with acceptance and trust in one self.To accept the flaw! a mere ink saves souls, marking journeys for others to stay.
The thing called love is a cruel word
It was something I searched for around the world
I also searched in lands
But finally found seated in my heart
I learned to love gradually flaws
I learned to let go and accept all of them
But when it was the time
I became the dreamer searching for understanding
I don’t expect love, from anyone
But the least just understand and know WHY?
Hold your breath, close your eyes, and dig deep
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The ocean formed from droplets has it all
Despite reaching this stage of no love no hate
I know it’s me who will change not you
I began inking my soul in paper through hands
Remarking my journey with new stands
I just want to be the moon
which is pretty from afar
The close contact would stop the encounter from
the inks and bar
I was desired, a choice, and a maybe once, I won’t let the door open say!
The key has burned to ashes and formed manure in soil, now there’s no escape from this door that leads the way
I had already lost the fragrance of my flower once
My story isn’t for the people to listen or mark but maybe can help some in their name I write
