Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.
– Blaise Pascal
It doesn’t hurt anymore, for that I must thank you,
Though forgetting promises has become part of you,
Some questions are still awaiting answers,
And here I am wondering if you can help with few.
Talking about the one above us, I heard he doesn’t exist anymore,
But the truth is that your glance is as good as worshipping at his door.
Oh short lived love but colorful love
Since the time you left, my lips haven’t stopped complaining
Ever since the ship of my heart has been dangling and sinking…
And now the tears have begun a revolt
My heart is now overflowing with tears, so cold.
Your absence is interrupting my life…
Ever heard of a broken heart that still wants to beat?
Because now the heartbeat is almost a need…
Pain has never been a one way transaction, so can you please stop hurting?
The day you will realize this, oh you will be back with your love spurting.
Just one question – why is this life becoming a haunt?
Awaiting the last breath has pretty much become a want
I am done calling out for you, now it’s your decision
Not sure what I am waiting for, but waiting has become a habit, without compulsion….