I’ve known how to be wet!
Mostly when tears leave the place they’ve been calling home!
I should say I’m fighting for their freedom,
A freedom fighter they should label me!
I should be tiered of heartbreks,
Those I call unto self,
Wishing you were mine!
Still a part of me…
Loving you is painful,
An art I need to forget!
Let bygons be what they are,
And you a shadow my memory should avoid!
How did legends do this?
Fight wars they never worn?
But persistent till the end!
Mother should have called me something else,
Not this saint who gives up!
Conversations with the moon,
hoping to be part of the sunrise,
Only to be surprised..
Not even being part of the sunset!
They call this feeling I have for you,
One gentle and calm within this storm!
A storm my heart forges to be perfection!
Sunsets and sunrises just to be with you!
To call you mine at such perfect timing!
Dreams never to exist!
These lies I tell, an end they’ve met!
Reality dawn’s once more,
Mine he’ll never be,
Just an illusion the mind loves so well…
Options of fasting come to life,
Maybe say prayer,
Soon enough this death shall be!
And a memory you will be.