“For better or for worse”
I paused,
“I am letting you go”.
“For better or for worse”
I paused,
“I am letting you go”.
I lacked the sound to voice my thoughts, but the needle of wisdom stitched my thoughts with words to form tales bedecked with aesthetic tapestries.
Don’t seek what you don’t have instead see what you still have. Be grateful because you are blessed.
His arms were cold,
but his heart still warm.
The mother truly felt the beats
even though he was still born.
Sometimes it cheers you.
Sometimes it makes you cry.
Some lose them,
Some forgets them while
others hold them to heart.
And some live through
the beautiful ones they made
for the rest of their lives.
He left me with no hopes,
only memories to cherish,
the burns as a symphony,
and its imprints as souvenirs,
the deepest one etched in my heart.
My smile never meant anything to me but other’s did and their tears never meant anything to me until it was my own.