Sparrow are singing,
My heart is in two pieces.
Roses are dead, violets are dying,
Outside am smiling , inside am crying.
You don't know who is hurt,
You just don't know how it feels Every, memory is not a battle.
He would hide the pain,
behind a broken smile.
My poems are my feelings,
my head is my land.
Don't know what to do,
With this unmanageable hand,
Filled with magical gifts of emotions.