There is a need to just write something
And let out the words
Be it magically whimsical
Or just your usual piece of shit
I have changed
A lot have noticed
I too
I don’t know which side of me I prefer
The one who writes flowery
Or am I the one with painful honesty?
Thy soul is colored alabaster
Close to white but not at all
We all have our dark sides
Mine is yet to be shown
To the all the things
Yet to be found
Under the marigold
I will cause for it to rain
During the best day of your life
Let the water shower through
Because you have forgotten too
That you are as I am
Ephemeral
Sad
Empty
I wonder do you know
Me?
