One time up and other time down , left and right .. all around..
kissing and bluffing, loving and hating.. all not a lie..
dreaming and living, wishing and regretting.. all so pain..
enjoying this and that, or maybe not having a taste at all..
lost a piece and feel like a puzzle, incomplete and whole..
warm and cold, or not feeling at all..
This is life, dear. though nothing’s guaranteed..
what made me write is what i have inside, thoughts, love and pain.. and what made them act this way.. what made me walk away..
why this happens and why that doesnt.. when will this secret reveals..