“I found a way to live by gazing stars and meeting poetry an art that I could never touch but feel You were still a being; something alive”.
I have some stones to block the world, which says love is just another sector of lie in which we live and a black magic along with it.
But before doing it I feel illegal to commit my own words because never did I feel the emotion of love I just came across with a mistake unintentional.
I thought I would find myself and erase the lyrics that I sang with agony and my self isolated heart but instead found you and lost everything of me that I collected via my own verse.
I offered you my hair and my sensual skin, priceless. Time, love and the loop of forever was everything I sheltered with your hands but when did I loose my own name, worth and your loyalty, I didn’t know.
I became much of thorns for you and scratched evil eyes to save your smile but when did I become this scary that you found a nightingale of your own and I was just another curse you gave on to your enemies.
I guess I was too much of concern and less of care that made you doubt about my innocence. You know, you were my first and and I didn’t know how to love. I’ll neither beg nor die to hear your voice again, I promise.
Cause with you I have scattered my own smirk and my wholesome laughters, you see. I miss myself along with you and I’ll keep doing it with a fact that I have misplaced these two. And now believe, I didn’t change i just built myself.
Time keeps on running even if we hold them with some people who feel more like a part of our closest breathe and these breathe makes me suffocated sometimes but, I survive.
I hope we find a reason to meet again either the fall of good rain or clash of our paper plane, but not again with a collision by mistake.
With every end, there’s hope buying your tomorrow with someone of your deservance. I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.