Will you still love me if I wasn't me?
Will you still love me when I'm no longer me?
Will you still love me if I lost everything?
Will you still love me when I no longer look at you the way I always see?
Auguries of love or silence of hate?
Choose once again or stick to this fate?
Tell me what would you choose?
Will you stay or rather break me down until I'm of no use?
What if I look ugly when I smile?
What if I look pretty when I cry?
Would you rekindle the flame that long died?
Or would you blow the debris away and fly?
Will all of these questions ever be answered?
Will all of these stars ever falter?
Will you fall for me again in your next life?
Will you stay with me in my worst times?
I look into your eyes and see nothing
I look into your eyes to find something
Hoping that they might hold
A rich flame so gold.
I know you will
Always hold me still
Be it the eyes of the hills
Which have seen my nils.
Or the gates of heaven
Which have seen me doing sins
They all would leave
But I know you will stay.
I know you will.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
