Just as i thought you were my sun, well i was wrong.
You are the moon, stealing day away from where i stand.
Leave me in sheer cold darkness, alone and away from the place.
The place where my thoughts were safe, away from desolated despair.
I said you were the air, i had breathe you in.
a necessity for my existence, but you polluted my system.
An indefinite damage you left here with me but it would be suicide if i don't keep you in.
As i said you were a dream, yes you are a dream,
And dreams won't last forever, you'll still will wake to reality.
Like a hallucination, you felt so real. but are you fiction Akram? since Romeo is a mocking sham to me.
Your ego is fire, you didn't burn for me,
You keep burning for yourself, and you ignited me.
Burned my hope down to ashes, like my high expectation it crashes.
You're still the song, that i hum along to, at times when i get worried, when i get sad, when i truly feel wholly,
You are the song, the song i wrote,
To keep you in my heart, but now do i have a heart?
And if i die tomorrow, i want you to know,
That i still love you so, and i know that you know.
- izati hashim,
sunday, 07.03.09.
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