I could miss you one more time
And fool my heart the deceiving it ailed
But how are you different from yesterday
When you walked away and left me to grieve alone?
I could love you one more time
And cheat my heart the pain it suffered
But is it worth the escape from the truth
After it is forsaken to return to the pain again?
In the sheer melancholy slaved by priorities, trying to conciliate pragmatism and going over the mental turmoil; my head over a split second but seemingly so long, breezes into some field so green. Shoulder length grasses, still wet from the morning fog, freshness over the air that carries your smell… I’m walking… and you’re walking beside me. You don a frail smile but I feel so safe… I feel secured. That subsides my pain, my anguish but not my tears in reality… they flow, uninvited, confused as to what they signify? My momentarily bliss by your side or my untreated wounds. Or is my heart asking me to listen to it again, because I’ve shut it as long as I’ve followed my head to avoid the hurt. Is it asking me to step down, to stop the fight and go back to be in touch with the weak part of me- which surrendered but loved profoundly… ?
We’ve seen thousands of new sun and moon together
We’ve seen the high hills and the low lanes
We’ve build castles of love of imagination
And gazed the beautiful garden through the windowpanes
We’ve discovered life by each other’s side
And laughter for some shared joke
The ease with our hands held together
And the clandestine rendezvous under the big oak
We promised upon the purest and divine
Of the earth, water, air and the light
We’ll hold together till they all fade
We’ll hold each other until we win the fight
It’s a mess
But still I think its right
It’s dark
But still I hope for light
It’s gone
But still I wish it stayed
It’s over
But still I want to belong
It was perfect
But still I am moving on
The Misfit Bug 