So, everyday people ask me, why am I so quiet. Why don’t I speak much?
Okay, the reason is this.2ys before I was a person who couldn’t resist speaking too much. Who would laugh aloud all the way. Who wouldn’t mind speaking anything about anyone.They said a word,I’d build up a sentence. I used to speak a lot.
But then,something happened which closed the doors of happiness, and made a way for the dark,lonely and quite room.I met him. We loved each other. Happy days were on.But one day, my feelings were played with. They were tickled,disturbed, hurt. He didn’t care,but I did. He didn’t turn back, but I kept staring. He didn’t pick me up, but I continued to weep on the floor. He didn’t say ‘sorry’. But I forgave him. He was happy , but I wasn’t .He spoke to me. But I didn’t. He asked,’What happened? Say something?’ I didn’t utter a word.
2yrs have passed.
It was that day, and today. I don’t speak. I don’t. ‘Cause my feelings don’t want to be played with. My heart doesn’t want to pump sorrow.My blood demands to carry euphoria, not grief.
Well, its my personal choice. You may agree or not may be. 🙂