It was never going to be an ordinary day,
I forgot whether the month was June or May.
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| Photo credit - Tuhin |
The day I realized the world is wooden,
and dreams are made of clay.
I see you smiling, dancing across the hall,
with your prince charming, giggling all the way.
My love for you was lost, I was happy for you,
but my greed for your love didn't sway.
Was it love? Perhaps I never loved you,
My mind was dirtier than an ash tray.
We had met before, with me on all fours,
behind you, pleading, wanting you to say-
Say that you love me too, with all your heart.
I wasn't sure that it was the right thing to say.
I wasn't sure whether I loved you or not,
but I wanted you to say it anyway.
That was earlier, me wooing you,
you unsure, and this is today.
I can handle seeing you with someone else,
I have feelings but, I can keep them at bay.
I no longer struggle, to tell you something,
in my battle with my heart, I can have my way.
I've grown stronger? No, that's not the case,
you've not been listening carefully,
I fought my heart, it had a metal sword,
but, my sword was made of fickle, frail, clay!
