The Poetic Side

1st: To Dance With You Again

To Dance With You Again

They say, to be hurt by a man is hard.
I say, to be hurt by the man you adored your whole life, is harder.
They say, to see someone dear to you literally dead, is hard.
I say, to see someone dear to you, dead, but not literally, is harder.

Months ago, a person I know died.
But we can still see his body, upright.
It's the same body that we see,
But not his personality.

Yeah, I know. He's hurting more than we do.
But the way he's facing it, breaks me, too.
He changed a lot, he's not like this before.
He used to think of us, though he's hurting more.

But, what happened now?
Where are those days now?
Why're you different now?
Where's the old you right now?

It took just one illness,
For the man I love to vanish.
Don't get me wrong, I still love him.
But this love, lets me hate him.

I'm trying to get this shiz outta my mind.
I know hating you isn't right.
But, the whole day, it bugged my brain.
Coz I want to dance with the OLD YOU, again.