This is the story of one
A boy who was all alone
He dreamt of a perfect life
But which eluded him for ever.
He met someone else much alike
An enigma and an elegant beauty
A woman, so far from him,
Perfect in all aspects of life.
He could only wish for her,
He could only dream of her,
He could only think of her,
It was a life about her.
To feel her breathe on him
To keep on looking at her
Her eyes and his, to meet
His life became a love story.
He was hoping for a miracle
A chance to cross the ocean
To stand in front of her
To share what he always felt.
However, all great stories must end
She took a train and left
His heart stopped, and to him
She died, and he withered away.
After reading this Kukii said. “she died in my head though.”
I want to swallow you,
Have you melt in me and flow through my veins.
Fill in the hollow that’s left,
In a life that’s somewhere behind a thousand lost stars.
Speak in words,
Still unspoken from the day our life turned so beautiful.
Two flowers’ bloom,
Blood and love mesh in the loneliness of our dreams.
Pretending to care, you feel nothing
In fake love, we suffer
All this while it was a cover,
To deny what we never were.
You and I won’t work out,
Our priorities so different
That if we try any solution
We can only fall apart.
Further and further we are moving,
Away from each other. No love to hold us back.
Promises we made one day are not true anymore,
You have become fat, me bald,
Our love story has become colourless,
No more excitement in the viewers’ eyes.
“You have changed so much”, said the man
Who cannot recognise himself in the glasses
His reflection is so different from what he had been.
His cap hiding his guilt and shame of failing,
His oversized apparel his naked body.
The woman sleeps in a different man’s bed,
This one is new for the week,
After all this pocket is bigger than the last one’s manliness.
Priorities can always change, we do not realise.
One life we have, to find our love stories.
They might work, they might not,
No reason to break us down and throw us.
After all she said, “you’ll find someone new”,
It was his birthday when she left him for the new life.
Was it a fair life?
But that is what we live, an artificial love.