My heart still sends those good morning messages,



                                       but, they never get delivered.

My words are tears that,
flow down through my pen.

When my eyes stopped cooperating,
my pen became my best friend.

You were once a piece of me,
now, the 'you' in my poetry.

No tool could replace the one
you killed me with.

Times changed,
Feelings changed,
We changed,
Our destinations changed
                      But, why does my heart still beat the same way when I see you?  
                      Why does every love song still remind me of you?
                      Why are you the only one to cross my mind whenever I think of HAPPINESS?

At times, I wish I knew the art of lying like you so,
I could lie to myself that, I don't love you anymore.