Stared at what seems to be like forever on my phone,
Fidgiting for something to type and send you,
I wrote something but I have to hurry deleting
Because it isn’t something you’d read smiling..
I wanna pour my heart out and tell you everything,
I wanna yell how now its really hurting
All but my heart is not responding
To the question “What the hell are you doing?”
I get lost in my thoughts more often than always,
I drown myself to the tune of One Last Cry
And blaming Brian McKnight for this tears running dry.
I can’t tell when the pain should stop,
I’ve been sober for the past four months,
Clearly I’m not over you,
But how I wish not to always think of you.
The screaming silence of deaf mute is all my heart beats,
That loud thumping sound it makes,
Sounded as if shattered pieces of the broken glasses,
Were thrown infront of what seems to look like
my brokenheartedness.
Love has no exception,
Even the blind falls inlove.
But pain, regret and sorrow follows the same rule,
The amount of love you give,
Gets twice and thrice the pain you’d received.
Waiting for you to say the words I’ve been praying at night,
Seems like a turtle wanting to be a kryptonite,
A fish wanting a pair of foot,
And a mud wanting to be hard as a rock
Just like my heart desperately wanting you to love me back.
