To the biggest sin of my life,
I have betrayed the promise you begged me to make.
But finally, I don’t feel like fighting my feelings anymore.
And I’m tired of giving him up to someone else.
So, before I place your book on the upper shelf,
I’ll say one more last goodbye,
And thank you for the pain and love I’ve received
Reality and Time have been redefined.
She told him what she was wearing that day,
“A blue hat with white polka dots“, she said.
He searched for her in the festival.
“Blue hat, white dots“, he repeated over and over again.
No one that day wore blue, nor did he see any white dots anywhere – if you exclude the dots he saw when he looked up straight at the sun that was held in the blue sky.
Was her blue different from my blue?
Or did she know she was my world, and the sky was what she referred to as her hat?
He never knew the answers regarding the girl who had her hat stolen and was sitting just behind him.
We are a world shaped as a sphere,
Almost a circle.
Life is a cycle, they also say.
They said it right.
A guy likes her
And another loves the same
And another one proposed
But to all she said No.
She didn’t feel anything
But brotherhood and friendship
But whenever it was her time
To love and to care
She tasted her own medicine
Or is it her own poison?
She was a sister,
Just a friend
To all her crushes..
To those she finally cared about
But only then would it hurt
Only then would she understand
The feeling of rejection
Of hope being demolished
Or maybe hope extended
That if she did better
She’ll be worth it
Worth his time.
And whatever happens
Life is a cycle, a circle
And there is no life without love.
And with a circle
There is no meeting point
People run after those
Those who run after different people.
And the cycle continues
Tragic, love is.
Tragic and dramatic.