I did not write this. A friend said it! Yes, language itself is beautiful in its most brief form. A word can break your heart, a sentence can make you cry. No wonder conversation is a art!
The saddest thing is I remember How you use to look at me. All the beautiful things you use to Say to me to make smile. The little believe in your self notes In my lunch box. I cry everytime I see you because I am just a stranger.
My grandad was my inspiration just like My mum he in couraged me to write poems The sad part is he is losing his memory now