Some nights you are so distant
You make conversations
Cocooned in your solitude
Oblivious to gratitude
Of a chance at exploring
More than one can get
In a single lifetime.
Alas when you return
I am too far gone,
Too hopeless, too lost

Hoping this once, you
Will look into my eyes
And realize, I too
Was tired and bored of life
But had found a reason.
Only if it was merely
Something to enjoy
And not to live by.

In this artery
Of your thoughts
I have claimed
Haves and Nots
Beat down d'pulse
That betrays us
Walk my plains
In exodus
Reach a knot
High and hot
In the deepest
Crevices, revive
Your last hopes
In there lies
Riches of beyond
You'll learn someday
We're always there
Collecting souvenirs
Life after life.

So many have come and gone
All have found a way
But I'm right where they left me
Taking one step forward
And two steps back.
Now the world has moved on
It looks back and laughs at me
I laugh at me..
They talk in undertones
They smile and smirk
How'd I face them, I've become
An omen of bad luck.

Taken from the most
Intimate corners and
Crevices of my heart,
Written from the deepest
And darkest ounce
Of my now dried blood,
Shown in the most
Painful and lasting lines
Etched on my palms..

Is the fact you came,
You celebrated,
You exploited, and
You got left behind.
Evidence that I prevail.

One step hesitant
One too bold
One too late.
As you faltered
There were hundreds
To skip a beat for you
There were crowdfulls
To extend their best hands.
Deep within i knew
You deserved them and more
I knew and I accepted
There's more that you can get
From all your admirers
Who live your beauty and youth
I knew and I accepted
We were perhaps never meant
And so, when i see million be true
I pretend that I dont care
I pretend I barely know you.

Let my beaten heart take console
That you, my dear friend,
Have been, and are by my side.
What but that, I live by?
True as you have been to me,
Your worth is beyond my price.
I might be a lot of things, but not
A deserter. I am the same within.
All I ask is a little more faith
And not ask where I've been all day
For how can I, my dearest, confess
That I have been busy making mistakes.