HOW I TELL REALITY

HOW I TELL REALITY

He often said
about me
so distinct from others
like a disperated autumn's flower
wilderness dances on your face
sometimes you like a scene of sunset
or a verse of an allegy
One day
He asked
"WHY"
for a moment, I struck
I feel I looses the power of speech
and my eyes are getting wet
But,the next moment
neglecting these feelings
I thinks for his answer
My heart whisper
How you tell him about your reality
which is so painful
How you tell him about your bleeding soul?
which pains you
How you tell him abouy your life?
which you all passing on thorns
How you tell him about your tears?
which falls on your heart
How you tell him about your broken heart?
Whse broken pieces itches you
MY tears e rolls on
By listening these facts of reality
I feel his hands on my cheeks
Tissueing my tears
I raised my head
and i reply
How i answer your's WHY?
Because me and my words are fail
to express my soul pain.