my heart is longing for a home
but i do not know where it could be
my soul is longing for haven,
or if any a paradise could do
just to freshen my energy,
my inner being
my heart wants to be happy
but i guess in this place,
it is nowhere to be found
or at least for temporary being it would be
but we all know, it comes with a price
you know, not to be pessimist but
to suffer is the destiny of people here
we may be glad but we know there's the sour and bitter taste
before or after joy.
people are longing for happiness
but can't even define happiness
How was that?
my dying soul
my dying heart still trying to grasp for perhaps-
in a world when you're soft, circumstances will break
and chain you and at worst will lead you to death.
Poisons are in different form we never know
that is in front of us.
Sometimes they are genuine
Sometimes beautiful
Sometimes,
Guess no adjectives could be used
for everything you want to call it is there.
It's just a matter of choices
whether you choose the sweet root with a bitter fruit
or the opposite.
