The foot paths are no longer small because I walk them solo
As the wild flowers are wilting in revolt of your absence
I dropped from the high to ocean bottom low
But I'll just keep acting like I second your renaissance

Days which were brief in your presence are suddenly longer
With every minute circumventing slower than a year
But boredom doesn't **** so I'm masking myself to look stronger
Painfully bleeding inside and soaking my heart with every tear

Because we once spent the hours and days together
Listening to your favorite songs and sniffing at wild flowers
Besides promising we'd be two together forever
Playing in the storm,tramping on fallen petals of April showers

The birds now sing to the weighed down beat of my heart
Attempting to stitch every cut from the broken glass of we falling apart

Piercing through the air seeped the mist
Dragging along memories long forgotten
Thoughts of the many opportunities missed
And haunting truths that were never spoken

Stabbing down earth splashed the rain
In a terrifying storm that only washed the tears
But never could that storm cleanse the pain
Stirred by the agony of losing dears

Glancing through the half closed door
I see leaves struggle to hold to their stalk
Contemplating the loss of everyone I adore
Wishing I could have another chance to talk

The rain, the pain, the storm far from home
All inside is frozen, only my thoughts roam

There are times, like a bee life's got to sting
When we look in the wild and only thorns we see
Deaf to the beautiful songs the Nightingale will sing
We weren't taught how to swim yet this life is a Sea
Sometimes we wish its just a song that'll beautifully come to end
Yet it keeps playing on and flowing like a river or stream
We try to fit in for emotional safety but succeed in failing to blend
We pray for an escape as we silently scream
Can you tell the difference between reality and fiction?
Is never forgiving time and stopping to believe a crime?
Is it a fault to render it an unfair jurys Diction?
Isn't that similar to forcing every poem to rhyme?
There's a song that we sung when we still hoped
And our shattered hearts still sing even if our mouths stopped

A world we found naturally beautiful and green
We've painted a variety of taunting colours
So that its bloated with colors to the brim
And there's barely  any green to see, alas!

We found the world ****** raw and pure
Peacefully enjoying and willing to share
***** and infected her with ails we can't cure
And in return world stopped to care

Now we fight each other everyday that goes by
We build neat roads and she sends quakes
To reveal truth hidden beneath the roofs of our lies
She kills the flowers of our hypocrisy by storms and by flakes

We exist at crossroads and all we do is feign remorse
We nail the world, only to find ourselves on that very cross

If only my purpose was curved in clay
So that I would know what lies ahead
And charge for it without wavering or delay
Hurtling through quag of uncertainty with my hope dead

If only I had a manual on how to navigate this sea
To avoid the waves or to battle them all harder
If only every opportunity was clear enough for me to see
And make out the one to seize and the one to ******

Yes, sometimes a life of not knowing what awaits
Not knowing when the ocean of life will be calm
And when to hit the waters and peacefully plant our baits
***** for we cannot predict who we ultimately become

Boring is the story whose end is clear from the start
But reading such once in a while wouldn't hurt

On petals of roses slid the rain drops after the storm
It was so lonely and the winter cold badly stung
All she wished for was another chance to be home
While somewhere in the wild a seemingly sad Nightingale sung
The variagated cloudy lining adjacent to a pink horizon
Held so much promise that after her storm there'd be a rainbow
That she would find her way out those concrete walls to liven
And re-kindle the flame of her life and never stumble
She had seen the roughest storms come and go
Witnessed the birds in the wild struggle to survive
She had thrown tantrums till time forced her to grow
To the realization she'd eventually safely arrive
To a promising destination, one filled with milk and honey
No matter how rough the road was and length of the journey

You could leave on the next jet plane
And go to whatever destination
Without having to explain
Without I asking any question
You could walk out that door
With your bags and baggage
Take the best car in the lot and go
Covering whatever milage
You can walk away at any time
Incase you feel loving me is tiring
Satiety has never been a crime
Even as a child things kept expiring
You are free to leave though its bound to hurt
Venture far away but I'll still have you in my heart