Bleaked lights,
Probing above those bright eyes,
In the embrace
Of loving hearts.
Living with a thought,
"Hatred gathers around,
Yet replied,
A recurring love."
True, I tend to annoy,
Making sense of dead horses.
True, I tend to ignore,
Spin a tale for another thought.
But marks still remain.
I'll live with this guilt,
This stress and this regret.
Along with everything that I lost,
And some that I know
I will soon lose.
But you won't know.
Won't mind or remember.
Go on with your life.
Bright and happy.
All this pain,
All this void.
I'll live with it.
Face it in each blink,
Each thought in my mind.
Because I know,
its always been me.
Because I know,
World ain't that easy.
But I will smile,
Full of content and happiness.
Because I won't
Let you know
What on my shoulders,
Drag you down with me.
For all you had done,
Whether its good or bad,
For worst or better,
I'll forgive.
I'll felt grateful.
Will redemption can I ever get?
For when a leader finish his job,
People will say,
People will remember,
"Its happened naturally."
"We done it ourselves".
True, people come and go,
But stories inside,
I will never tell.
This is a somewhat my improved take on the subject of metaphors (refer "All's on the table"). So it is very open to criticism as I am still learning.