The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
You're a party,
Tea with sugar,
The smell of an old book;
One of those things I say I love
Even if I don’t know I do or not.
But I know I don’t hate you.
You have scarred my heart
But I don’t feel the difference.
You have scarred my heart,
But you scarred it the least.
So I do not hate you.
That's the best I can do;
Not hating.
A scarred heart fears love
Because love was the only thing that has hurt it.
A scarred heart fears love.
So I can't love you.
But I do not hate you.
So be happy,
Smile.
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