aArtisticHeart

Time passes by without knowing what can be found and what can be lost.As seasons go, so do our traces.We waited so long to get out of the nest, but why do I have this only feeling of wanting to come back to it? As I am out and about in a new place in the world, I find it hard to believe where I am now. From leaving old friends to meeting new ones. I for some reason can't help, but reminiscence the times that I shared with friends that grew up with. What can be help and cannot be help. I see my old self looking at achievements that I made and crying over what they have lost after being achieved. I am crying, too. But, the tears in eyes cannot

I'm small, Small as a dot, My appearence always fooled others for who I really am. My love would never change for everyone no matter how small they are,I feel lost.... In pain and sorrow and mercy..... My voice was not strong enough to save everyone who I loved, Somewhat beautiful and soft like an angel, Sad that no one can hear it. My heart is strong and loyal, Everyone else treats my lovely heart as trash. My love is never betrayed, My voice can be strong as my heart, And gaint as my appearence....