Letter To My Heart

The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way,
Either good or bad, they left a mark.

Funny how one person can change the whole view of how you see everyone. She came into my life and I thought there's no one like her.
The minute things go sour that's when we say all girls are the same.

Tears are a result of the pains inflicted on the heart.
It is like a sledgehammer concentrated on the heart.
A heart is not like a glass though it breaks.
It doesn't get to be thrown away but it heals.

Joy is the results of things going well,
to a point where it's only the two of you who exist on earth.
Where your mind and heart agrees,
the manifestation will be your smile.
Memories are part of growth.