Each time, I decide that in your memories, I wont wail
but I cant help as every time I am bound to fail.
All that I hope is that you, to me, come back
so that you understand how much I lack.
I must admit that in one thing, I went on to fail
in understanding, without you, how life would entail.
All that I can do is to sit back and be my own
with people who act as if they are, to me, not known.
My soul has been charred and is as good as dead
and the mind still has so many things unsaid.
One thing I try hard to prevent and still I fail
as every day, to my coffin, is being hit, a nail.
In life, everything has come to a stand still
and has gone away, all the zest and thrill.
Since I haven’t been able to move on and sail
I cant still understand why each time, I fail.
1 comment:
Que bello!
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