I can feel delicate touches
Weakening my fragile skin
As flimsy as her finger
But it’s not hers. I am DEFINITE it’s not!
That is where we used to eat
In every start of what they call “week”
SHE used to talk and I just LOOKED at her
I was HAPPY! I knew SHE knew.
I used to wear my white shirts
Blue pants matched with candies
That was when I was afraid, for SHE might leave the window
But I knew SHE can’t. She will never!
That time when hearts started to collapse
I learned to love another Her
SHE hated me for a while
Next, SHE loved me, but I will ask why?
WHY did SHE let those delicate touches
Weaken my FRAGILE skin?
WHY did not SHE let me sit, eat, and be happy
Beside you?
WHY did SHE stop love to connect hearts?
WHY did not SHE let me wear my chance?
TIME stayed behind and SHE left me in a box
Those reminiscences were not mine
But if SHE had just given me the chance
I would LOVE to THROW them BACK.