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...