I shouldn't be calling you
well we haven't got that far.
all those facts you've known,
signals are diminished and stopped

Your silence is killing
you're presence is unseen,
you've marked the days in your calendar
and I am not part of your key wins,

You've deleted my number
in your phonebook and probably your mind,
memories are just shadows
of distractions and pure back draft

Did I just deleted you,
well my memorization is strong.
I wanted to transform you
and sing you a song,

Like a disguise of wise words
words of penned encouragements.
maybe some about love,
and my hidden admiration's bent.

It's a joyful mission
to let you hear,
even for a few precious minutes,
beside me without any fear.

And I love to see you again,
talk about random things you say.
sing songs we try
and find time to take.

I just miss you
more than anything in the world
But I'm that snob or shy
but I'm adjusting my chords

So this is love,
or we're just too lazy to come out our shells?
playing the sweet note's too obvious,
But I hope you can ring some chime's and bells.

Are you really happy to see?
what your eyes cannot see
and feel the grasp
of someone's touch,
freeing your soul
from the slick depths
of your inner sadness,
murmuring humble spirit
seeking inside calmness.
Wishing to live
another long day,
living the life you aren't,
Doing things you don't own
scenes you never deserve
never a funny credit
to save one's face.
never a castaway nor a stranger
give, tie someone else laces.

And Inside your mind
You're waiting for the light,
the light of your intervention
A lost love mourned.
The light that was waived
by some spiritual divine forces,
submerged inside the inner creases,
of your bright and big brain.

Pain, you slaved my kind.
silenced my intentions
whined my plans and actions,
you've changed, I see.
people change, be free.
choices are splendid you see,
hurt and pride never flees
Now, Go and I will let you be.

All you got are gems,
yet you seek for its scratches,
you view the flaws,
you don't see value it carries.

You seek for imperfections,
not realizing your baggage.
you give us the money,
and ***** works, we engage.

You give funny excuses
in times of despair and hope.
blame the lacking of things
in our system you've taught.

while you sit pretty
in your lucrative suede chair,
waiting for good old results
as if we've cared.

you breakdown from panic
blaming game you tend to impose.
well you show us a class act
In the level of the kingdom horse.

You never really cared
you care only for your jewels
praising is your rare grail
making the boys ring their own bells.