Time comes
When my mind doesn't run
At this time
My heart is my partner in crime.
It think things
Which are not so thinkable,
My mind doesn't work
And i feel so vulnerable.
Using my heart for thinking purpose
Always give me negative thoughts,
But then i am interrupted by my mind
Which always tell me not to lose hope.
Hoping that everything ends well
Gives nothing but fake satisfaction,
But deep within me i still know
That it will happen, as it is meant to happen.
Realizing that thinking won't do any good
I try to stop my heart and mind from it,
I make them understand with lenity
That things will happen as it is in our destiny.....
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Alexithymia
PoetryAlexithymia- an inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. To express my emotions is something I don't know, how to do My thoughts are heard by many but, understood by few The thing happening with me is something new, I think ALEXITHYMIA is...
