How beautiful did it all feel like When you fabricated your doting self
Each time I gently pushed all my hair, behind my ears, only to confront the zephyr from your rose like lips, I failed to espy the thorns it bore.
Each time I’d smile to a crisp lie Overlooking the fact that you had done it again, You’d always do it “one more time” And I’d always unsee the paradigm.
How beautiful did it all feel like when you perceived me as personage Worthy of your attention Worthy to have a claim on some 5 seconds of your life Which you floundered to call mine otherwise
You were just busy. I dispelled my doubts but you do love me. And its you I couldn’t do without
Each time I am pushed to pacify my kernel I invent this story of how everything you do,
Is so that one day, you can see me burgeon into a beautiful flower Never did I know you’d pick me to impress another bossom, that very hour
Sometimes I hinted the stray in you But, when had I ever learnt, to put enough trust into myself. So each time you told me you wanted to stay I’d let you. I’d let you in, and I’d tell myself, come what may You’re the person I love, today, tomorrow and everyday
How beautiful did it all feel like When I refuted the presence of your masquerade When each time you’d destroy me with a different raid and I still liked to believe you’d be there to aid
You are just busy. I dispell my doubts. But you do love me. And its you I can’t do without.