Thoughts become things.. Thoughts become reality .... They Bounce Bounce with a weight of a hundred ounce. Alone You tend to be prone Prone to low tone Prone to dread Thinking of how people would plead Thoughts begin to bleed Bleed in your mind Back And forth you remember all you left behind. You remember the stop signs for which you were too blind Blind to think … your vision was blurry Flashbacks come in a hurry. Reminiscing being hurt and nothing helped not even an apology It is complicated nobody understands you cryptology Empty promises to myself to change my thoughts Endless reading endless attempts I bought New memories I recreate Happy Days I cultivate From those thoughts I try to escape Even with the worse in them I try to reshape. It isn’t an easy mission It needs help to get to mental remission So final conclusion I make my declaration To get rid of this anxious anticipation. Remembers the good thoughts and not the bad Unless , I would Go mad. Hoda Khlaed 13 12 14
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