I once wished I had died before I was born
before tasting the coldness in this world
before the waves that left me tattered and torn
in this place that's never found me the warmth of home
...
nothing would make me want this life till bald
the fun came out of moments being short lived
the laughter happened only after I'd grieved
the kisses sweet and heartfelt for I knew they'd end
because of adversaries I would keep a friend
journeying outta craving the view beyond the bend
passion sent letters and mails but my responses would pend
to me those who wished for an eternity were mean
trust me you'd think like me if you'd see where I've been
yet I find myself wishing this split nano second could be a century
wishing you could last a millennium in the sanctuary
of my arms like I expect you to last in my head
I expect you to live on in my rotting brains after I'm dead
and such thought, such emotions remind me instead
of this old man I once met who while comforting me said
Give her time my son, she will call
that's who destiny is, you'll recall
when the time is nigh, you'll fall
show not the white flag, give it all
eternity was a nightmare,what's to many a cherished dream
if in two decades the cup of my life was tearful to the brim
a drowning man to the straws, no cons to the pros
faith and hope took no front rows, my splinters gave up their roles
for no shard agreed with the other, they argued rather
weaker than every brother, and the more I thought the more the bother
it was either or another, accepted being too splattered to gather
I hurt inside, too confused to decide yet too exposed to hide
the feelings that ground and bit,if I could pretend I could have lied
I showed a white flag, to packets from a single ***
drunk at all times I knew I'd die an emaciated ****
too lonely addicted to a drug, uncomforted with none to hug
then you happened like a hurricane, the wrecked me stole
I can't start to fathom after that what I became, I feel I'm whole
you touch my soul, on my mind from Monday to Sunday
from the January to December thus I remember
Give her time my son, she will call
that's who destiny is, you'll recall
when the time is nigh, you'll fall
show not the white flag, give it all
call when you ain't listening, you'll find when you ain't searching
armless yet so touching,blindly she'll be watching
the old man kept saying, keep praying but though you give up
she'll touch your aching soul unto your heart she'll do a revamp
too young to tell some things we only tell when we're grown
how I wish I'd known, waste not your youth as I did my own
what's done is done, the past is a place I can't return
a freaking book I can't rewrite,an amazing race I can't rerun
go on, live to remember not to regret son
don't wait for the darkness of old, for the cold to appreciate the sun
the light of youth is momentary and shall outlive your poetry
so
*Give her time my son, she will call
that's who destiny is, you'll recall
when the time is nigh, you'll fall
show not the white flag, give it all
