Well I guess writing poetry is also a thing
Every glance I catch,
from my every worried eyes,makes you worried..
And you are turning,
smiling at me,
with different worries,
different worried eyes..
Smiling and turning,
through my thousand bitter eyes,
Making me feel weaker and the strength subsides..
Two hands lies still,
in pure achievement of its lovely song,
this heart in your hand,
I hold out to you..
