8. Us

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I remember how I scared you on our final paper day

And then walking past you, in tears on that same day,

I see thousands of stars telling me to stay

But I can't, I only have one place to go which is away,

But when somebody says your name, I have a big smile,

But you obviously would not be there

Nowhere near,

Waiting for me, not a chance

Now someone else is with you to dance,

While I sit in the corner, drinking

The tears blinking

Me just thinking,

About you and trying to hide the frown

When I thought I was the queen of your crown,

I thought very wrong, and now I regret it

I fell really hard with bruises, patches and a broken heart

Well that is your way of doing art,

I became everything you wanted me to be,

I still remember, those smirks and smiles

Your styles,

Those jokes

Those hair strokes,

All those kisses

That I everyday I miss,

The day you called me beautiful and pretty

And I hid my smirk like a kitty,

Those laughs we shared

About your feelings that I cared,

Everything

Including the ring,

You gave me as a promise, to remember me ,

Everyday, you laying beside me

We both stayed happy those times, then

I had nothing of you except for a pencil and a pen,

Which you said,'It is not just a pencil,it is an imaginary piece, that has the power to draw anything, if it goes in the right hands,'

At that time, I thought you were crazy and so were your plans,

Then I understood, now that pencil only makes one person

Whatever I draw, makes my mind worsen,

It was always you

With those crazy things you do,

Those moments flash in my mind

A way to get rid of them, I can't find,

It's just us

Smiling instead of making a fuss,

Laughing and crying

All those things are dying,

All of a sudden I knew,

I was just a game

Being played in the hall of fame,

Still standing there

While you, who played this game, nowhere near,

You never gave us another chance

But before you used to kiss me and shut me up by telling me to dance,

I wish those times were back

When we were keeping a good track



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