Why is it of heartache we speak? Of silences unspoken? Of tears unseen? Why do we speak of bulging pain and of the moments that were shared? Oh dark room, why are you the answer, Are you a friend or a foe? She is in my dreams again and you are in my reality. Oh dark room, we meet again But Can you keep a secret as we speak again? Or can you bring me news? How is she now? She says you throb her abdomen, as you take over the day? Don't punish her for the sins I have committed. Are you a friend or a foe? The fate may change in this week or two? But my home is where she is cuddling me Her long hair, and pouty mouth Her slender legs and classy puns The road is divided, what guarantees me a good night's sleep?
Your words can reckon and empathize your true emotions/ feelings / inner soul that is what i Believe.