The book of our lives

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The garden full of thorns is blooming up again
Boundless by the time, I hid and felt the pain
For once in many years, I'm not afraid to change.
And to take off the disguise of deceiving.

The genuine smile of hope is gracing up my face.
Through feelings of my heart that firmly interlace
You found my murky depth and planted it with care
Where the purpose of life has a meaning.

The world thought I was strong to get up from the dirt
They never realized how deeply I was hurt
I struggled hard to know and find out all the ways
How to get out of path of misleading.

I saw your caring smile and crinkles by your eyes
The day I understood it all without replies
When I began to fall, you held me by your side
So I started feeling bald and believing.

A laugh that never came is shining through the gloom
Of my despondent past that finally gave a bloom.
I want to hold your hand while finishing the lines
For our common book. The book of our lives.

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