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Evils Of Good Deeds

My face is heated up,

And I don't think it has anything to do with the nearly 40°c all day with barely any breeze to survive the humid heat,

But it has everything to do with the lumps of words I keep swallowing,

Because giving them a voice always shuts me up further,

I always think how I'll make it a little easier for my already bruised heart,

To deal with the strong emotions of the head the heart agrees to,

And every day I keep scratching the wounds and torturing it a little more,

How do I forgive myself and how do I protect myself at the same time,

From the evils of my own goof deeds.


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