a poem beneath the time unspent
seeing the pain from your silent eyes makes me wonder the reasons why or how they came to be within your soul's windows hiding behind tears for many a year.
i can just imagine those unspoken words unsaid memories that you wished made not lost beyond reliving .. beyond reminiscing which makes childhood a time of fun. a simple hug or warm, meaningful emotions are what you always wanted to feel at home but because everyone's on the go you felt no one seemed to mind you're there. but life is sometimes so cruel you can hardly keep up with its paces with its many changes within and without so many times unspent beneath one's poetry. we can do nothing but to think about the times about the many wasted moments we wished it happened but what can we do, in any scenario? because we understood .. we do nothing more. never you stop praying for love in your home never stop thinking you are loved in spirit they may not show it now but don't despair there's always a surprise waiting for you. never you stop caring or loving back offer your wishes to God .. hold them up high worry, worry not dear sweet little Angel time is not really a problem .. trust God on this.--------------------