PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

it was like toilsome to concede
when i believe in proceed
like we walk in a thorny garden
like it pinch directly into the loving part of heart

why i'm writing
cause here is a presence of sound
which come from nowhere
in the fad of a fan there is some zeal
like a feeling in me
music is what
it is waves of emotions
which coming from the inside
like we sing a song from deeply inside
at the bottom of the sea
pebble stones lies like a they are free
in the fun of life with a floating tears
they are living their life with their confession
confession of drinking the bitter truth of losing something special

confession is hard to confess
but it's better to tell, to ask yourself
because this distance tell us something
which we never recognize
it inspire us, give us path
it palpable everything,
specially your love for your friends
by it we can access everything
but further it gives us a painful scar

confession come and go
but it always come back
and i confess from the bottom of my heart
my love for my friends
now it's your turn to confess