Written by heart

Time passes, the birds of innocence flies away The people you consider the closest, even they don't stay After a certain checkpoint in life little birds are hunted by vultures And that person becomes the parasite who keeps sucking you until your veins get ruptured No one is so much weak that he can't fight between wrong and right It's there dumb personality that they try to slip away from you taking a flight Time changes, intentions does not If they treated you like a crap once and say sorry, next time you'll be treated like a robot You become the rope of that bond, helping them fly high like a kite But there would be a time when they'll give you a venomous bite Cut the rope and let them flow in the air God will see them and hold them tightly with the hair It's the world full of these vultures It's your intelligence, either to chose the right path or follow the dumb culture...  ~ 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘆𝗮 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗹𝗮

All the stuffed toys looking at me Wondering are you the same who you used to be?  Giggling behind my back and cuddling me again at lonely nights Innocent me, unaware of everything used to feel delight The spilled ketchup on the table drooling down drop by drop Just like my heart, which was bleeding when I was singing in pain on the rooftop They were right, change is a necessary evil But I didn't know that would attract so many devils My experiences kept getting piled up like books in a bookshelf And when I opened them up, there was so much to learn from myself At the end you've to wrap yourself in a blanket under the tree Until it blesses you with some leaves which falls on your shoulder to set you free.              ~🅢🅗🅞🅤🅡🅨🅐 🅢🅤🅖🅛🅐