Randomness

Different

I was born like that,And, I do see

They are all different, far from me.

The moon and stars don’t make them cry.

And setting suns don’t make them sigh.

But me, well I think you can tell,

My heart, it feels things so damn well.

In love, it loves with depths unknown

In grief it cries with  bitter groan.

Yet my heart and soul, they do not show

The love and grief, you’ll never know.

And never see what I do feel

It pains, distresses to conceal.

Please try to understand that I,

Was born like this; this way I’ll die.

(GMara2)

Don’t Ask

Don’t ask me what I’m thinking,

Don’t ask me how I feel.

I feel it and I write it down,

My words, some things reveal.

Don’t ask me to explain it.

Can’t understand it well.

And all I know is that I feel

What heart tries to repel.

Don’t try to understand it,

It’s baffling and unclear.

I try to analyze it but

Mind seems to disappear.

And when I cannot say it,

When somehow it feels wrong,

That’s when I just take up my pen

And write it in a song.

- HapiMara