Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I Miss You


Your every thought brings tears in my eyes,
Your every gift fills me with a dark joy.
Our every snap fills me with remorse,
Heck, why our friendship was divorced?

I know I've allowed everything to end,
But today my ego has bend.
I cannot simply watch you fade away,
I wish if you could stay.

In a second I decided to end it all,
I allowed our trust and love to fall.
I've realised that love is not how well we understand each other,
But, it is how well we avoid misunderstanding to occur!

My shoulder feels empty as you aren't there,
To cry on it and feel safe.
My eyes are unable to see another face,
And it feels as if someone has shaken my base.

Your laugh filled me with elation,
Your presence fetched me out of dejection.
Your trust on me enlivened my dead thoughts,
And even my cripple hopes could then walk!

Everytime I decide not to think of you forces me to think about you even more!
You are like that wave who incessantly strikes the shore.
Your departure created some emptiness in my life,
And again, I started to feel deprived.

I wonder how important you were to sustain me,
I behave lost as no one is holding my hand today,
Shall I tell you, "Come back to me!"
Or continue to wander and appear stray?

Shall I approach you and blurt out,
"I need you to love, I need you for a kiss,
I need you for a hug; you are my bliss!
Your absence has caused me to deplete,
Because you're the one who makes me complete" ?

I miss you in the rain, I miss you in the cold,
I miss you when I pretend to be bold.
I miss you whenever I have coffee,
Or when someone offers me your favourite toffee...

I miss you.
My heart reverberates your laughter.
My eyes see your face in the water.
My hands feel you in open air,
I wish if your beauty I could stare!

I miss you even though I was the one who told you to leave -
More than you I was subjected to grief.
But at that time, it was indeed so hard to live with you,
It's only today that I've realised, it's harder to live without you!

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