Saturday, 15 February 2020
Monday, 10 February 2020
Snatched map
I look at the mirror and I
honestly find ghosts
Some stranger's face
I wish I could know
There are tales in my head
My thoughts are tied in a knot
My maps' been snatched
I don't know where to go
The older me call my name
But these voices out number the claims
There is a fire i feel
An ocean ready to bleed
Is it me who dies?
or is it me giving life?
It's all just a whisper
Running right across my mind
Sunday, 9 February 2020
I'm not god
I'm not God
You ask me to give and ask for nothing
You want me to stay but push and pull away
I can't stay, I'm leaving mid-way
It's not my fight, you've to go solo
Let it take you it's way
I've bled, I've done enough
It's not to say you've not given me enough
But a voyage has to be travelled and done
And it asks you to be the only one
I'm building my wings, I'll be ready for flight
I don't know when's your calling
Maybe it's after the longing
You do you, I do I
It finally has to be a goodbye
Goodbye labeless lover
to heavens I ask for cover
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