Thank you RakaiaNovelette
You pointed out rightly Novel,
I am jealous
Avarice is the only sin that digs deep within me
Not digging a hole
But filling up the gnash of emptiness.
No matter wherever I turn
All I find is cheerful, satisfied souls
And here I am,
Lost
Left out
Lingering...
Why not I would be sufficed with jealousy if that's what assures me??
Why do I have to ponder with 'if only'? when all who I know are settling in their life
Why am I stuck between the four walls of restlessness?
When all who I know can snap their fingertips to get what they want.
Maybe the poverty of my surroundings is rubbing off badly on me nowadays,
When will I elope from these shackles which confines me?
Will you come with me??
Will you support me?
Rogue,
A life I chose to live.
It's better I don't specify anyone in particular, because at end of the day someone is going to get hurt
I've got fair share of sins stamped on my name,I don't need more to add on because I loved someone.
You walked with me
We held hands
Weave our fingers together
Squeezing to emphasize my feelings
Maybe you never felt me
Since you never squeezed back.
I won't expect anymore
I promise.
I don't want to see tomorrow
I don't expect tomorrow would be a better day
While walking the path if I collapse and never retrieve
I have no regrets.
I wish to be no one's
I wish no one will be mine
It's pointless
I'm always the second choice
Almost like a suffocating third wheeler,
Mistakes, mistakes I made
I thought I had come in terms with them
But they take a U-turn whenever I sigh a satisfied breath, in happiness.
Cosmos is giving me a message
I know now
I'm better off in the confines of Ignorance
Where I don't know who steps in or who let's go?
Where no one would reminisce meeting me or hold regrets of leaving me in the back.
Sigh~
I accept it
I will come in terms with myself
I'm not running away
Or slowing down.
Nor standing still
I shall walk my path
With my sins and wounds weighing my body
I will survive as long as the string bears my weight
If I loose my breath
Don't ever come in search of me
I will be one in earth
No tombstone or epitaph
Nor bed of flowers
But a heap of mud and soil
I don't need obituary
Don't remember me
I don't ever want to be
Memory.
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SERVIETTE
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