What will I tell them, Dear Heart?
Honestly, I don't know where to start.
Sleepless nights yet full of dreams.
Thoughts and music in perfect sync.
The mind stays alert in signals red,
Promises and flattery are often fake.
The heart in pain still bled,
Some wounds never really heal from rest.
Thoughts that can't be reached,
Distances that can't be breached.
Between alter egos within;
Fear and uncertainty lurk there in,
That often burns the bridges of chances,
Holding the soul back from a leap of faith;
And the soul keeps asking questions
Why do we live with conflicting egos?
While the heart and mind
Doesn't know how to let go...
~ SURANYA
