Friday, January 3, 2014

The Ball of Fire


The Ball of Fire
Dripping Darkness
And Solitariness
Chases me

I am weary of running towards mirages 
Is it the time to surrender and be burnt again 

1 comment:

  1. So lost deep inside,
    Is all that makes me.
    My true identity,
    Is hard to see.
    To my friends and family,
    I’m a different me.
    I have a secret identity,
    Wonder if you’ll ever see.
    My thoughts and actions,
    Are all that makes me,
    But some things I may do,
    May not describe me.
    Now look inside me,
    If you ever feel,
    like it,
    I’m no-one but me,
    Never hiding my identity.
    Don’t say I am hypocrisy,
    Because I never showed you,
    two of me.
    Now please,
    Look at me,
    Try to see the real me.
    I’m no-one but,
    my real identity.
    All full of beauty,
    Inside me.

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