Just a beginninng
Yeah it cant done or undone..
Its taking me to the way its cant be hidden..
Writing to the word i still wait for..
Each and every pass i lived for..
Being in life or life beyond meh..
Confused ,stucked and seeing..
Did i ever write down what i felt?
Or its just a beginning or writing till the end?
Not to give up as already taken up..
Now,
Lets wait n watch while sitting on the couch...
This poem is about:
Me