Uncertainity

Gloomy, hurting sight within the depth of my feelings and trust,

When love that’s felt and cherished it turns to dust 

And my concealing cry tortures me and tears me simply apart...

So trembling and gracious like it seems some kind of art.

Love inside feels to be remains of all that’s left and lost its shine.

They might falter...and so what cause they are nothing but all mine!

Also my misery shows that the impression of truth is just unkind...

And the magic is present and the beauty makes me taste the blind.

I keep hiding from the voice that is my shattered broken heart’s,

When my soul is yearning more to release emotions of all kinds .

Deep inside I wish to make you hear everything through heart unsaid...

With all the flowing crystal pearls on my cheek that keep me sad.