My restless day

 My Days...

Sometimes the heart's numbing wounds gape wide,
In Loneliness,sometimes this nature don't talk with me.

My heart keeps touching with shadows and comatose,
Why does it keeps setting fire to my relationships?

There is no one is standing behind these promises,
All the voices will eventually die away from my life.

But the memories will remain of my past moments.
So Images will linger in my eyes and conversation will whisper.