Got my hands tied Ropes made of pride Can't say how many times I've tried No longer counting the lies Every day, a little more dies Of the girl who was inside All my daydreams That, used to seem Like they were almost real Like, I could almost feel Another life begin My losses into wins But, everything I used to think was as it was-
Was just little man-made fairy dust.
And, I can't trust.....
What most people do. Because, most people don't have a clue About what's real.
We are just visitors For a brief time Travelling through a few milestones Our time is finite Our interactions are finite So, why have an ego Which is also finite? Let us be friends with the world With the people, plants Trees and climbers With the butterflies And the beasts as well Since our journey is finite Make Life as easy as possible And make it merry as well.. Leave a few sweet memories For those who come after us.
You're lying on your bed and say "I'm all I have, I can live with that". And suddenly there's sleepy kisses and late night walks and hands intertwined and a warmth you've never known before. You know you should slow down but all you can do is kiss him longer and surrender yourself to sleep on his arms. You both walk down the streets with clouds beneath your feet, and you throw away your pills 'cause nothing will ever make you feel like him. You feel the clouds fade away within seconds, and all there's left are goodbyes at train stations and one last kiss at the airport.
And you go back to bed but this time you can't get up, filled with memories of happier nights healing to the sound of his heavy breathing; memories of the way he would slightly shake in his sleep and the messy hair resting on your neck. You're lying on your bed again and say "I'm all I have, I can live with that" but this time your voice cracks up a bit and tears fills your eyes, and maybe it wasn't such a good idea to throw away those pills.
