If I had just one more day...
I'd tell you I loved you.
I'd tell you I need you.
I'd tell you that you were the best thing that ever happened to me.

If I had just one more day...
I'd give you that one last hug.
I'd give you a kiss goodbye.
I'd give you my world.

If I had just one more day...
I'd show you how much I really loved you.
I'd show you why I loved you.
I'd show you why I NEED you.

If I had just one more day,
it would be okay for you to go away.

My life is so lost without you here.
Please come back, for just one more day...

So here we are
emerging—as one, as we do.
For eternity.
Forever.
Nothing can stop us
if we believe—in ourselves,
in our shared humanity.
Put down the weapons.
Step back from the precipice.
You are me—and I am you.
We are One.

Do you recall when we were one?
Because it's the only thing what's been on my mind.
Texting till 4 am,you're laughing
Saying time flies when you're shining.

We even dreamt of ruling this town,
Generous king you were,handed me the crown
All of that,just for me to get left behind.
You have a new queen now,I must stay strong,
But tell me,was it fair to string me along?

The pen –
is an extension of my body, held by my hand, as it
beats with my heartbeat; it's my very breath between
words, the intentions of my structuring, the brush to
my thoughts, the paint of my imagination.

The pen –
is the mic to my voice, the scope of my eyes, the chorus
to my soul, the bass to my heart, the shadow of my skin,
painted by the night, and why my pen chooses to be black!

It is bold, it is wild, it is persuasive, it manipulates words
to invoke change, it is controversial, it is understood by
few, yet it speaks to all.

The pen is an extension of my body –  for we are One!

"One day I'll be there" I play your voice on loop
And think of all the games you played, with psychological hoops
How we had just a highway against our promised love
How you dared to ordain our love, and say it's from above

One day, Aru HI, no language makes its any better
How I waited in the rain with a shirt, in the cold with no sweater
Tell me what was expected of me, to make due with what you threw at me
What should we have become, for your person above to have it be

I prayed about it thoroughly, I even cried per syllable
I ruined my vocabulary, waiting for you left me miserable
Every lie you told sting, but none like "one day"
Every guy you find seems to hear you say

This verse is incomplete, like your patience and belief in us
You turned me from a stubborn lover, to a bitter hater that would cuss
At the very idea of seeing you on the street
And having to say you belonged there, cause you had the audacity to cheat

Even if it was a year, even if it was yesterday
It still hurts to hear, and to see you forget everyday
The people who got you to see other continents
The people who wasted precious time being consistent

I wish you well, and that you never have to lie again
To fake getting used like that, to make the truth bend
Using every excuse in the book, because you never deserved me
Did it **** you to be faithful? Did you have to swerve me?

I wonder if the men you hate now, have similar traits to I
Or if you have a "type" now to make up for your lies
Does the next guy deserve your self inflicted trauma?
Do I need a wedding invite, after getting thrown away like a soggy shawarma?

May your children never meet your past, may your husband never learn of I
For if I had to shake hands with them, you know I would despise
Lying on top of lies, crying as I reprise
My role in your miserable play named "One Day"

The frog fell in love with the swan,
Her grace,her wings and her ability to swim.
They were far different, He knew.
For once and always,
He can never be close to her.

Yet he falls for her.
He stares at her dancing admist the water hues,
Softly, gracefully, sliding through the waves,
As if owning them,loving them.
He wonders who could not fall for her,
And he ain't an exception either!

He watches her every single day without a miss,
I wonder if she even knows!
But he,
He doesn't care about it!!
For cause, I guess, he knows..
He's just a mere frog,
A mere admirer,a mere gazer,
Nothing comparable to any.

He doesn't care an ounce of the cons,
Cause for him, she is already his beloved.
And for always, He will be her devotee.

Like a virtuoso, he will forever sing her melody,
Lost in her charms, losing his sanity.