Is It Real?
In life we duel every day to find what is suitable to us, I’m now living away from home, in a country that gives no relaxation, yet in this country I found the thing I desired the most, I found my heart again but in this I write a poem of words.
As Light as I feel, inside is my deal
Doubtful happiness, a shell that may peal
Or a desire too strong for emotions to be real
When eyes are close and situation is so ideal
A sad smile my face reveal
Full of fear for love to kneel
For many times love was a steal
Till a heart got lost and no heart was able to heal
Is it this time that is the real deal
In sorrow I pray for this to be real.