I thought and thought
Thought that pain,
is like a flower
A flower that wither when its not watered,
A flower that lose essence when its not nursed,
But pain never wither,
like stain it stays right in your heart
Bit by bit leaving emptiness at thy precious soul

Your lust for me,
I confused it with love
Mishandling of me I thought it was love,
turned out to be the biggest scar acquired by my heart
The tears I shared in your care,
I loved you still in believe that you'll learn to love me

Tears dried
Feelings died
The heart got Broken beyond repair
And the warmth of your chest got colder and colder
All because I thought it was love,
Love which was never Enough

Loving you has always been more than breathing to me
If I take a wink and never breath again,
our love has hit the very end of our journey here on Earth
But as I cross to thee other side I'll be loving you still

My love for you keep my heart beating like a sweet melody,
that keep playing at the back of my mind with no ending
Even if the genre of the music changes,
my heart forever hold the sound of the melody we created
And till eternity I'll be loving you still

He is Quarantined on thee other side
Whereas she is Isolated on the side of the sea
But feeling of them missing each other is so deep,
deep than the depth of an ocean
Holding on the beautified love they share
but the world going beyond to keep them apart

He is her knight in shining amour
She is his strength to keep going on
And the Father being a rope,
Surely their love will never wither,
unlike an unwatered flower that withers and die

When she's happy,
she writes
When she's sad,
she writes
When she's hurt,
she writes
When she misses,
she writes
When there is no wink of sleep in the middle of the night,
she still get in touch with her ink and a paper

She has found her hiding palace,
in the hands of her beautiful black diary
She has found comfort,
in the fascinating creation of her pen
That exquisite glance she get everytime she get in touch with her writings,
gives her a new breeze out of nature
The feeling of having to express her feeling without judgement,
gives her new outlook on life
Words are her chariots
Inks are her swords
Writting is the stain in her veins

All I needed was to see the fascinating creation of thee earth,
but you never saw it worthy for me to experience it all
All I wanted was to ride beneath a new born sun with you,
but you failed to see the future ahead of your imagination
Thee cruelty of thee earth you thought I was never ready for,
could have been my very own strength to make you hold on

I'm before your presence with an apologetic heart,
that you got blinded by sorrow and failed to see my worth
I'm sorry mama, Sorry...
that you never saw your chest worthy as my perfect pillow
Into thy womb you commanded my spirit
And back to the creator you placed me

I am not my brokenness
Yes I was broken in such a way,
that when I took a glance at thyself
I failed to recognize thyself
I am not my brokenness

They misjudged my brokenness
and reversed it into bitterness,
I was not bitter
It was just a cry of a broken soul
that they failed to recognize but rather level it as weakness
I am not my brokenness

If silence tears were a portion of a million,
at this moment I could have been labelled as one
If they were an ocean full of blessings,
at this very moment my name could have been Abraham
If they were a dwelling palace,
It could have been at the very right hand of the father
I am not my brokenness neither my silent tears