#writingindiscipline

I believe in the stars at night The one that witnessed sins at sight I believe that every struggle comes with a gift But only for those who stayed humble and didn't shift.

I believe in the words the walls screaming to say Lost chapters, untold stories covered in shades of gray I believe that every smile Hold motives waiting in the isle I believe things are more than it seem Secrets skillfully hidden in the light of dim.

I believe in the honesty of tears The way they resound our fears Intense fears that are put behind bars That made the heart cocooned in scars.

I believe in the shadow on the hills Sketched the trees and the daffodils Swayed in breeze and weather chills With subtle wind that somehow heals.

I believe that every broken heart Tied to a bucket loads of hurt Dependent in a strand of sanity Making us think with no clarity.

I believe in Psyche & Cupid The foundation y lovers act stupid Making simple things so complicated Ending up labeled as demented.

I believe that love is sometimes dangerous Sometimes impulsive, sometimes treacherous It can make us fine Can sometimes make us out of mind.

I believe the sincerity of wounded souls Seeking comfort in the corners of empty halls Waiting for their feelings come into rust Painfully disappearing, leaving them in a dust.

I believe that everything connects to everything How happenings are meant for something Unusual and horrible outcomes letting us understand That sometimes things slip out of hand.

I believe some love is not meant to last One second making us gay and leaving us broken in a blast I believe some things must stay in the past For us to move forward pretty fast May not happen in a blink of an eye But with enough courage and determination we can try.