And with all that is left within…
You try to whiff at the silent coals, my love.
Yes, they might light up!
But not your world again
Not your world again.
So listen to the ashes now,
And dear heart,
Sometimes frustration peel his skin off.
He does not smoke
But there are many things he want to whiff off his life
He is disturbed, full of cracks and not devoid of any wounds you probably know…
But you can not credit him with ‘loser’
He is trying to stand up again.
He can see the light and soon he will reach there.
You might criticize the way he makes his way,
But you will understand one day…
He who was taking time in picking colours
Was actually painting a masterpiece! 🙂