Tale Of The Cursed Town

Him

Love is a fleeting feeling.
That would come and go as one sees it.
But for me, it's a certain thinking.
Of wanting to be with someone worth living.

Of how many days I've been lonely in the dark.
Of scorn and hate from people around.
Of why they try to banish me for being alive.
And of why there's no someone for me to hold with my life.

Once I got used to it, it didn't matter to me.
The wounds, the bruises, the looks of disgust.
Questions of whys have started to fade.
But then you came, pulled me from the shade.

You played with me, you asked my name.
Feeling of happiness, it was all new to me.
But I need to tell you, "I'm sorry I don't know."
"I don't have a name. They say I am cursed."

You smiled to me, said it is fine.
You healed my wounds and gentle you are.
I am starting to wish, "I wish you could be"
"The person who'll stay with me in eternity."

But just like I thought, I'm wishing too high.
The day has come for our goodbyes.
But even of that I am denied.
For without say, you left this town of mine.

Despite that, I will wait at the place where we met.
Hoping to see you smile at me again.
And then I would ask you a single thing.
"What is your name?" Oh dear you, you kind thing.