Why, are expectations so high
I miss you so much but this life
What's with these rhymes
A gust of wind, A falling leaf
A will to live, An uncertain belief
Feels wasteful and tasteless
Abruptly it's hateful and shameless
Why must we be this way
Can't we reforge this friendship
Can't we again be happy and not feel restless
Can't we be what we were
Can't we?
I love you so much that it hurts
Trust me when I blurt this I combust
I'm blasted, I hate it when you halt
I made this and as I felt your touch
Vanishing with each passing sec of clock
I'm tired, I'm crying but it won't be heard
It may seem a bit selfish, and it shall be Interesting to watch me crumble like a bottle of maple syrup
Unworthy of such ballsy tauntings of submerging in an ocean-full of flaunting daydreams
Excluding the haunting of nightmarish ranting inside this thought of mine
Unexpectedly these words are daunting
To me it's a gateway of something
Seemingly meaningless but resolving
Touchè to someone
Terrible to some
It's but these words are iconic
For even in the "illuminating" world
It shines darker than ever
Many hate it, but I love it
After all it's all in the flows
Just like water
Beautiful but menacing
Calm but Destructive
Gentle yet Unfathomably cruel
Apr 16, 2024
Apr 16, 2024 at 7:50 AM UTC