Miss Call Or Missed The Call

Walking around the garden of memories that life filled in the diary of my dreams, I took a pause today wondering having so much to say but the words sealed from inside. Today when I took your call, that excited child in me was so longer alive who shared all opinions without fear. When I uttered you I was a mature girl hiding a lot of things to say but fear of being judged. Each day's rising sun has put me in a place where there is so much to say but I fear speaking words to you. Counting on the love you gave I know my sacrifices are nothing but are it worth it sacrificing myself?

At the mountain of my soul, I have tried to adopt your wishes but I killed my own in this process. One for adjustment has to be made to stay just because my soul craves for you but my mind is asking me Is it worth it? I had a very small request and that was broken in many forms and fights held there yet you confessed me to change. I don't know if I am correct but my opinion is. Life is like the motion of a filled forest swarming at the hits of desires. Give it a thought expecting a change from her when you did not change for her .? She being your good girl will do it eventually but is that fair to the innocent kid in her?