There.
The final page of our diary
Is ready to be burnt.
And standing admist
The ashes of other pages,
I am breathing the air
Of our last remaining scent.
Reminiscing the past
And all the lessons I learnt.
Surviving this is not easy,
For it's a war inside
Of whether to stand for me,
Or for all that used to be mine
Whom to choose,
Will I ever be wise
Trust me,
It goes on for days and night
The fire is getting excited as the war
In my head is coming to a conclusion.
Reality is creeping in
In place of illusion
And no longer could I breath
In the ecstasy of delusion.
There.
It is done.
The page, the diary and the hurt
The remorse, the hope, as they all burn
And in solidarity I am watching
Paying my final tribute
To all the precious memories
I am leaving down this route
The melancholy sang its final note
Drenching me in its downpour
My love,
Time has come
The sacred thread tying our heart
Has already been broken
Setting us apart
There.
The shakles are broken
My dear,
Come out of the cage
Smell the grass, breath in open
Let's pay our final homage
And for now goodbye
Wipe that tear,
Here, let us smile
For maybe there will come a time
When again
Our stars will collide.
