The blowing wind caresses my hair.
Its touch is like yours; almost as it wasn't there.
One thing I said I'd never do,
but here I am, since months crawling to you.
I play the pawn under a disguise with no gleam,
forgetting to love myself, forgetting I am the queen.
Love makes you blind, deaf and stupid.
And for this one I cannot blame cupid.
It's now my own choice to cry on the floor,
knowing I could be strong and just ignore.
But I wipe my tears away and decide to try once again,
aware that it'll break my heart but I don't want this to end.