Wednesday, September 8, 2010

To My Beloved John

You're leaving, I cant believe it,
I don't want to believe it,
Its the awful truth, The fact no one wants to face,
But then again,
Do we really have a choice?

Every now and then, life hands us a surprise, a reality,
And its just too good to be true,
An unimaginable joy and its something You don't wanna let go,
That reality is Not true,
That feeling of unimaginable joy is Not true,
But Heartbreak, That's true.

There shall come a time, when u realise as i did,
That life WILL come up and bite you in the as*,
As it had so easily given,
It shall as easily take.

Silence has a sound,
And in the absence of your presence, Silence screams into my eardrums,
Taunting me,
Reminding me that I no longer can shield myself under the cover of your noise.

Love is a very strange thing,
Be wary of love and tread carefully, Its not safe territory,
And only a handful make it out alive,
Love creeps up behind you and grabs you, Knocking all the breath out of you,
Its a tingling feeling, reaching up to the tips of your fingers,
But child, Do not be fooled,
For feelings like that are only masks,
Feelings like that slowly rid you of what little sanity you have left,
And in the end, after its all gone,
You'll find yourself gasping for air,
The one breath of air,
That you'll Never get.