Do we need to love anymore?
Even if it’s shrinking ya?
We spend our time understanding each other near the riversides.
Boating between two horizons while talking, beside the twilight,
I remember asking the sun, Aren't you frustrated???
Being alone for years...
Never been seen with your companion who's gone already??
Imagine missing every chance to socialize...
Have happy moments or just sit side by side.
With someone you always wanted to be
Not for a short but a very long time!!
My mate smiled but questioned the same before I lied
I didn't want to spoil our pretty moments for some weird insights...
Then I felt the silence of the performance for the time being.
My question remains the same, but not my curiousness that hides...
I observed a point or two I never thought about for quiet a time
Am I being someone of my own or an actor my whole life?
I painted our beach memories and learned to make cocktails to satisfy...
Not me, but to the version I wanted to show, I am being all fine.
Only to think, is it really frustrating?? For the sun...
Who got to be himself while people talk about him behind...?
And the moon itself, which has a visibility
Not to rush in time but to stay glamorous
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in its way in a continuous rhyme...
You and I should have been me and you all along,
but I ignored that completely, like the lunar eclipse in sight until
I found myself stumbling on the rocks and high
Which reflects not being someone of my own mind...
This dependency, ignorance, and somewhat arrogance of having it all had me nothing.
But only confusion and lack of awareness of my personality traits i didn't focused on early...
So I distant myself from a happy image of ours...
Don't ask me why, as I don't know why either.
I can say multiple things, but I can't explain any of those until it's felt...
The voices in my head became louder to hear you say "stay."
My brain is spinning circularly and triangularly
to each and every bit...
Each observation, those unknown terms, I experienced without knowing them all.
Every angle to its corners and back to the central topic
I have lost count of how unworthy and worthy I rate myself as...
Loving is the same contradiction I have avoided before.
Making myself the nihilist roaming for not an answer but the comfort to stay in
Rhyming to those songs of collision, everyone once wished singing
Only to imagine Shadow preferring to fly away, far away from home
I want to ask you the same question I found myself lying in.
Would you choose to stay stranger than being someone of your own again?
Even if it means being in love with holding yourself tight?
Or to talk without meeting each other’s eyes..
for you to never know what those can say with that... In deafening silence...
