To write we must feel the words; we must speak a language of intimate feel.
Feel the Words
Strangers
Something about her, she seemed so sure but so sad too. He wanted to know her, and yet, they were strangers never to speak to each other. He couldn't stop staring.
Illusion
I reflect at the people under the spell of illusion, they start the day confident and speak with self-assurance but have no power.
Bewildered Brain
The voice of a poetess a nightingale, is to speak from a bewildered brain.
Regret
There was no doubt his expression could talk to her, wanting to speak of the regret that he lost her.
Truth
I think it is best to speak the truth for your happiness.
