Crickets chirping,
The night was deep, gone was the light of the morning.
The wind roared,
Souls were fast asleep,
Dreaming,
As they quietly snored.
My eyes weren't sleepy,
It was past midnight,
My soul was still giddy.
Taking control as my mind relayed so many things,
As it narrated what was my day all about, deadly pains and flings.
Ogling eyes, I couldn't help but think what was my life for,
Do I need to stop worrying and live some more?
Was my entity all about heartbreak and pain?
Could I not earn a single act of love, even just for a single day?
What does it take to smile?
To laugh and feel light even just for a while.
Life for me was hard,
I have to learn things the tough way,
I have to keep one eye open and stay always on guard.
What was my existence about?
Was it all about sufferings as I starve myself and doubt?
What does it take to be happy?
My heart punctured and let alone saggy.
Is life all about being loved in return,
And if not you'll stand in the corner,
Cry and whimper as you burn?
What does it take to know the real meaning of life?
Does it take years of tears and a whole load of strife?
As I slowly close my eyes,
I hope that I'd wake up wise.
Clever enough to move on and live more,
Or else I'll rot and die with my eyes still sore.
I'll forget you someday,
I'll guarantee that in each and every way.
What does it take to accept the sullen truth of reality?
Is it all about drama and a bucket of tears filled with pity?
Let's live this life of happiness and sadness altogether,
Life isn't perfect, we sometimes live to suffer.
What does it take to treasure someone?
To forget everything, all of them running gone?
What does it take to thank and offer?
Is our life a painted masterpiece of disaster?
What does it take?
Can it make or break?
Will it last or appear fake?
Would we live for others' sake?
I close my eyes and slowly drift to sleep,
As I think about my journey that I have loved you, I'll forever keep.
Finally at peace, and wishing by the morning that I would wake,
I imprinted in my mind one last question, what does it take?
(11/22/14 12:57 am)
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