What if...
Life is never complicated
Only specimens are just sophisticated
Making life becomes complicated?

Back in the garden
Named Eden
Where life began

Barefoot on the grass
Rain barrel between the arms
Pouring through the Iris

While busy springing up
Through these melodies
With my Ear drums on the petal tip
Hearkening to the vent of these Irises

You are too sweet
Yet excessively strong
My cold coffee in the morning

I wish I can take out my journal
And read out sweet words I've written about you
But till now your piece in my journal is still blank

I wish I can stand on top of the highest tunnel
And tell the universe how you've been there
but the world would end up helping in shedding a tear
because my story is almost the same as a broken soul

I wish I can boast about your presence
As much as I boast about my soccer team
But wouldn't I be labeled as a qualified liar
Since you don't even know the colour my tears?

I wish I can say you taught me to tap
Through the rain like a fearless cub
But you kept dragging your your feet
To reach out to me as if I had a contagious illness

And I wish you were there to teach me about self worth
But unfortunately you taught me the opposite instead
To rather find comfort on the thighs of strangers
Who later rejected me as well
Because I lost myself in the process

Oh dear daddy
You should have been there
To cheer me on when I was giving up
Instead of watching from a distance
While breaking my heart not once or twice
But million times again and again

I despised you that very hour
Of the way you left my heart in pieces
But today I woke up missing you
As if you never broke my heart