The Walking Melody

35 - Autumn

Maybe if he told the truth
her broken pieces will tear up into ash

Fire will burn the remains,
emotions won't stay restrained,
making her feel worse & terrible than trash

Not every word can be phrased such that
the gale of pain will retract itself

Only the right eye can see
the pain behind the vastness of sea

Not my every smile has that cheeky grin
behind every word of mine there's a deeper meaning

Which sometimes I don't say
I let it sway
like the autumn
that has just ended its stay

It's about time
that I tell you the truth
Revelation, that I don't belong to you

It's autumn, I'm sorry
I can't give you the fruit

But I can save you the trouble,
of being more than just brute

-- "Autumn" written in response to the "5th poem" of creatively_haley book:
"poetry and thoughts"

Friend, I am sorry to tag you like this, but when I read your poem I couldn't help but write this...
(I know it might be different to what you were referring to in your poem, but I couldn't help but be reminded of my old times with someone IRL)

-- So in the poem, I just wanted to say that sometimes saying the truth is the worst thing you can do to someone. Saving them from that truth is the best way of saving them from getting hurt after hearing the truth. "Isn't that mainly the purpose of all our lies".  We all lie basically to save oneself (ourself or others). So it all makes sense. We are making lies to save our skin. And what better is a lie that can save someone a heartbreak of life time. And a depression worst then heartbreak?

Sometimes truth can be really ugly. So it's better to live in a lie than pursuing the ugly truth and then stressing yourself over the truth too.

-- P.s. It's about someone who I was passionate about IRL. But when I came to know her real personality I distanced myself from her. I can never bring myself to tell her why I left her. I can't just go and tell her that I hate her personality. I hate how she talks. I hate how she is manipulative. I hate how she makes me do things that I don't want to. I hate how she stresses me out. I hate her EXISTENCE. (okay maybe HATE is a strong word so I will just take all of what I said back)., But I just can't bring myself to tell her the ugly truth. That's why... this way is better than hurting someone. And ruining their remaining life too.

Maybe sometimes...
"Silence is the best treatment you can give to someone"

[Also. I am not on semi-hiatus anymore. My mid exams have finally gotten finished. Now, I am taking reading requests, so feel free to ask through PM's or on my MB! :) ]