Don't Win This Time
Heart shatters in a million shards,
All crawling to the direction you are headed.
My breaths, not better than the occasional squeaks of a broken radio
each one of them carries curses.
But Hey! I live to rot another day.
The future we painted, remember
Without you, that canvas is forgetting.
Didn't I told you?
Dreams aren't good for colouring.
The scene where my 'soulmate' exit this play,
has become a clishe for me .
But I still couldn't help but wonder
if can ever change this script.
Light smiling upon you is fading,
Night now confirmed my predictions and my dreadings .
Would you read this book again?
You ask,
even if I know the spoilers
I will read to you every night ,
and to all the stars you will be placed among.
.
All the dreams we planned on sleepless nights
Will require a breaking in heaven
robbery upstairs,
mugging the angels
who were supposed to be watching over
who knew you could love a stranger,
trust them to touch your scars
and still feel more safe and stronger than ever
If only I could share your pain this time too...............
And now we will play a game!
Where you will hide,
I will seek.
3..........
but don't be better than me this time
2..........
don't win this one time
1. ...........
A pair of eyes closes to hide,
other opens to seek , Chase and catch up.
YOU ARE READING
After the Morning Prayer
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