My wonded heart still wonder,
Why the scars are still dancing
the darkness leaves no spot to travel the light
my chest is tightened and sollen
Felt my breath was havier ive ever known
the left corner of my chest still aches
why would i flow in the poetry in this hour?
Because my mind tells a tale of fairy land
Which i know the stories of faries never come true
mind of mine steps out somewhere and find the rest
it wills to shout louder and louder and louder
but the flesh resembles the silence
the suffocation thrills and sivers,
Externalities flies and still dances in farilyland
Internalized the scars
I wonder how the wounds disappears
and scars remins,
Yes i still wonder how beginning could be beautiful
and the ending is fairy tale

Yesterday wasn't history
it was everything i could live for
what if the present doesn't give you chance to love yesterday
the yesterday itself says nobody knew what would happen today
And tomorrow?
Quaries and accountability are still fighting
about the fairy land
Where the princess of yesterday
dances and laugh and merry
Untill the fight is on
the fairy land will remain closed
because the story of fairies never come true