Will you fail to recognise the days,
when we walked hand-in-hand?
The moonlit dinner on the pavement,
the tedious walk on sultry afternoons,
Will the affection suffice the recognition?
..and make you go swoon?
The lengthy conversations on the essentials,
made us smile on the inside.
The obnoxious moments made us powerful,
while we captured love as it diversified.
Yet life chose the greatest of wires,
to separate us from an everlasting temptation.
If someday the game comes to an end,
the new world will converge on its own creation.
If one autumn morning I wake up to your cry,
it will be the zone where I’ll retain peace.
…and here I wait in my arena full of addiction,
in search of truth surrounding your depiction.
don’t forget me even if I disguise myself as a shadow;
Because life is what you made me, disguised as Joe.
You know life has halted for no reason embarking attitude. Life was part of the Donovans of fierceness, where people laugh at each other tackling the horror stories surrounding themselves.
Life is an emotion of eventuality, thus making it rich and awfully intertwine, yet embarking a gorgeous latitude of happiness and sadness. If it wasn’t for the lost euphoria, life would have shaped to be a small world of melodrama where life would laugh at all the technicalities at us.
Fools were taught, not to fight with love as they were the ones to win over and over again, thus finding inhospitable environments in unexpected places. Shattering thoughts struck us, and thus made the abondance of happiness and gloominess. Life knocked and made them cry for reasons unknown to many.
If only we were allowed to gaze past that secret door to centralise our curiosity and thus making love bear trust.