here i stare
at you
blank canvas
to ruin
an irony
or metaphor
to stroke down
the words
stuck in soul
of my heart
the art of restart
forgetting imprints
of you
known to me
now lost with wind
of new me
it's work of art
sue me....

it's same old me
stuck in past
worrying of future
lost in present

come to think of it
aren't you me too

You always beat me
At every game we played
So when I broke your heart
It was only natural that
You'd shatter mine
Effortlessly

i was love
in his midnight
storm in his
daylight

- an enigma