Sometimes I have this urge to write,
write a lot of things that people around me are going through
but when I start, I can't find the right words
no matter how many times I scratch my head, I strive, I google, I dive
into the ocean of thoughts,
those words never fit
I listen to them and try to understand
understand their hearts and the burdens they wear.
but when I try to write I can't describe those feelings
pen meets paper, words elude my grasp,
I wish Pablo Neruda or Murakami was here
they can paint emotions vividly, like colors in a rainbow.
but again, I failed
I guess, all I can offer when words seem to stray,
Is to sit by their side
with a hug and soft whisper,
"It's okay."
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