Lost in the idea of having you
You told me it won't happen...
i
I may never understand...
As young children,
we most desired toys...
I've remembered your name once again...
A hundred nights have passed since then...
You were never mine
You never stood in line...
So often in life, we face crossroads;
never knowing which path to take...
Strengths and weaknesses…
I am crafted from both...
my mind rebels over a soft touch of your skin,
but people say that i have committed a sin...
I stare into the same blankness
But tears do not gush from my eyes...
Blank paper and a pen
Words scribbled within the space...
Funny, isn’t it?
The questions I long to answer...
A fallacious vibe echoed an
austere melancholy...