Drenched in the rain..
Together, we have seen,
Framed in the box called Eternity..
Where we have always been..
The Smiles.. The Euphoria..
And then.. Cries and the Melancholia..
Bygone are the days,
The Spark.. The Highs;
When you enclosed me in a world-
Filled with questions and lies..
Broken Trust..And veiled equations,
So hard to decipher..
Questioning myself always- To that person..
How could I surrender..?
And moments passed..
Some blessed, some cursed!
I begged the Lord..
For the time to reverse.
A second felt like Treasure,
Another- just pain, with no measure..
Time running out like sand,
From my.. fist..
I could see nothing..
In that weather of Mist..
But, where has the pain gone?
Why doesn't it hurt anymore?
I ask myself.. every minute..
Standing alone at the Sea Shore..
The numbness.. The cold,
A feeling- hard to hold..
What have I left behind?
Some words..some feelings untold!
Suddenly,a minute..
The flashes return to me,
But again, something overlaps them
..The way it is ought to be..
I cried.. I tried,
And in every way I was true..
But now I realize, I reached that line..
Where I just "miss".. Missing You.. ||
- Irene S
Together, we have seen,
Framed in the box called Eternity..
Where we have always been..
The Smiles.. The Euphoria..
And then.. Cries and the Melancholia..
Bygone are the days,
The Spark.. The Highs;
When you enclosed me in a world-
Filled with questions and lies..
Broken Trust..And veiled equations,
So hard to decipher..
Questioning myself always- To that person..
How could I surrender..?
And moments passed..
Some blessed, some cursed!
I begged the Lord..
For the time to reverse.
A second felt like Treasure,
Another- just pain, with no measure..
Time running out like sand,
From my.. fist..
I could see nothing..
In that weather of Mist..
But, where has the pain gone?
Why doesn't it hurt anymore?
I ask myself.. every minute..
Standing alone at the Sea Shore..
The numbness.. The cold,
A feeling- hard to hold..
What have I left behind?
Some words..some feelings untold!
Suddenly,a minute..
The flashes return to me,
But again, something overlaps them
..The way it is ought to be..
I cried.. I tried,
And in every way I was true..
But now I realize, I reached that line..
Where I just "miss".. Missing You.. ||
- Irene S
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