I will not spin a love story
Only to end with a glum memory
The number 6
Shall be the my final conclusion
To love and everything once beautiful
I pen these words:
JadedBedraggledWastedDebilitatedFed upDistressedRepelledI hate myself
Weary with tears
Tired of arguments
I've learnt the hardest of way in Jan
To give up when you know you should
Viscousness will not prevail
But still with everything bad
The angel is still out there
To strike an arrow of
Some lovely memories
To you, I say
Thank You for the love,
everything you did,
everything you gave up for me,
faith, numerous chances and
Time, the one you consider so precious.
Trust is a simple word
Like vanilla it makes me happy
It was never enough
Neither was it too much to make us go
I've paid mine in full
But you leave me with deficit
And I'm still waiting for the red-ink debt to be cleared
Yet these marks are permanent
Because it ruined us, somehow, someway.
Now that I lost my chord
I'm deprived of my right
To defend my innocence
The liberty I've embraced so well
All along
What else to speak
When the other does not care