By Asha Loon |
Lipstick stains on coffee mugs And lightning in your words. Intentions lost in translation, Full nights - for better or for worse. Trying our best to kill the time So that it won't kill us instead. Unaware the true art of listening Is hearing what was never said. Glass as broken as the promises And overrated fun. Connection tainted with sweet obsession, Marking the end that has just begun. Shallow sophistication, Frozen smiles and wasted dreams. Wishing it was enough to be aware of it, Trapped behind a glowing screen. You won't remember it tomorrow, So, I'll pour my heart out now. Equally delicate and invincible, Longing to change it but no knowing how. Obsessed with concepts that can't be proven, Is it too late to say goodbye? Bright lights dissolving in fast-paced mischief And trust dependent on a lie. Caught up in a passing moment, Driving with nowhere to be but everywhere. I refuse to be an understudy For someone who is just too busy to be there. Running away will never take us far But standing still could drive you insane. But I've never felt more tangible Than when I'm standing in the pouring rain. Growing pains are holding me back And this tangled feeling is becoming old. So I decided to set myself on fire, Because I knew you were getting cold. Always on the search for something That does not come with a definition. And the doctor says I'm ill, Suffering from the human condition. |