Birthday's do not define my age,
wrinkles do not define my experience;
heartbreaks do not define my vulnerabilities,
rolling tears do not define my fragility;
I am a loving heart
I will beat for you till death tears us apart.

If only had the world allowed me, to be myself..
I didn't have to sit alone, besides my shadow,
didn't have to hide from the world my true aficionado
If only had the world allowed me, to be myself..
my eyes would have been filled with shimmers and not tears.
my nights would have been filled with dinners and not lonely beers;
If only had the world allowed me, to be myself..
my arms didn't have to wrap around to hug my shoulders
my sanity wouldn't have been judged by apathetic beholders
If only had the world allowed me, to be myself..
I would have had the courage to express my love for you..
life would have ended up colorful and not in blue..

You gave me something to lose
don't worry I am happy even with your residues

walking on thorns in search of roses,
hiking through woods for catching the early sunrise..
I tried different ways that can make me happy..
even one night stands quick and snappy..
nothing could fill the gap you left in my life..
realized that my only jive was in being your wife...
wished you could come back to me..
our disagreements and fights were put to sea..

Imperfections are beautiful..
they make us stand apart, from the crowd..
they are not always meant to be plowed;
Imperfections..
They are not liked by any
and camouflaged by many,
but they are closer to my heart..
as they are evident on me like a schardt
Imperfections..I will not disown them for any flagships..
Because imperfection is what defines our relationship;

People judge and inflict pain..
efforts to satisfy them will end up in vain;
people have unquenchable thirst..
expectations, accusations at the worst;
getting attached to people transforms to love,
for a moment you will be happy and Jive;
Its an illusion, a fallacy, a myth
a momentary blyth;
history is the evidence for all the pain that love inflicts,
it only turns sane to addicts;
Loving objects is much more gratifying,
they stand with you fortifying;
I know that objects may not love you back,
but a plack is better than a smack.

watching you tell tall tales..
like I was in a beautiful dream..
wishing for the dusk to give way for the dawn..
so that I can have a glimpse of you again..
you gave me many beautiful moments
a life full of YOU to resonante..