Some people
They would portray signs of love
Knowing what the person lacks of
Showed up in time with pairs of glove
Then stranded a soul feeling shoved

Some people
They would never question why
Even when sorrow pours down the cry
Eyes turn blind as they look up the sky
Truth is they just trying not to die

Some people
They would like to understand
As if they were never been miscomprehend
Finding meanings in every end
For one who once a war withstands

Some people
They could have been a little kinder
But instead, work their words in the grinder
Brings out misery at a diner
Be alright, behaving fine as a blinder

Some people
They could have gone as they were
If they can maintain the same posture
When a hurricane was meant to occur
Send them off into a formless vapour

Some people
They could have put themselves first
It was just the idea that traversed
Sense it as the worst kind of curse
So they rather watch their heart burst

© damsel with thoughts