I trace patterns in the night sky
and attempt to make sense about
why life decided to lead me
into this accursed nameless maze
without handing me a beacon
or a companion seeking for
a way out of its bushy walls...
I thrive hard to be victorious
but no flowers would ever bloom
or trees whisper my tuneless name
because I hear them mocking me
and anticipating my fall
in the hedges adorned with thorns
ready to paint my skin crimson
and adorn it with withered leaves...
How can I escape this cursed maze
When you are not holding my hand
and your figure isn't beside me?
I guess the bittersweet thoughts of you
would have to suffice my yearning heart
so that I may break through these green walls
and accept your warm embrace
If you are there expecting my return
a shadow transformed into a butterfly
ready to fly and burn like the stars...
with you....
MT~ 23 1 2015
A/N: probably I will re-edit it...
(I'm trying something new... the last line will be the title from now, cause I seem to not be able to come up with the suitable title...)
