I pray.

Every now and then I smile

But question is how bruised is the heart?

In silence I hunger

In desperation, I linger

Every minute and passing second

I want to ask “why”?

To be sure that I finally reached out to love

Or maybe that which I are see is only a farce?

Everyday I search

For something more than my mind can fathom

It is only surprising that I am sometimes assumed as false

Or maybe the spur of the moment’s attack?

Evermore I wish

To express the way I feel,

I don’t even know if it is meant to be

But I don’t want to be seen as a steal

Even now, I know the pain

Of a heart soaked in worries

Of what tomorrow will gain

Only hoping love’s gain will win trophies

I pray.