I wanna write something
Something but don't know what
Thousands of things in my mind's space
But I make sure none of them is on my face
Sometimes I feel like talking it out
But preserving them in my heart seems more easier
Maybe its because I have trust issues
That's why I always end up alone with a packet of tissues
Hundreds of words are there in my head
Me not knowing how to pen them down
Yet I have a faint smile on my lips
And shine in my eyes
As I'm confident that one day
I will be able to share my happiness and my cries.....