Look through

The night is cold

but my heart is warm

looking out from the window

well up a million of anxiety

i can see the sincere smile

i can hear the great voice

i can get the warm hugs

and i can get the sweet kisses too

they are innocent

they are happy

they are lighthearted

they are carefree

without sorrow and anxiety

but

can i?

i learned how to tolerate

i learned how to respect

i learned how to concern

i learned how to care

i learned how to love

and i learned how to be myself !

i'll never regret that which happens

i'll never deny a good friend

i'll never, on purpose, harm my own heart

i'll be there for me in the end

i cant go back to yesterday

because i was a different person then