Sunday, September 12, 2010

Father, the Stranger.

Those were days too
So are these
Those were nights too
So are these
This night shall pass too...

Walking on a red cloud
A burning golden tear
The dream might end
The night will stay, however
This night shall pass too...

Time will pass through the fog of years
Perhaps even your face will be forgotten
When I close my eyes
Perhaps I'll sleep without grief as well
This night shall pass too...

Your evident arrogance
My exaggerated stubbornness
You make me feel worthless
Maybe, deservingly so
This night shall pass too...

Not an unfulfilled childhood
No unrealised dreams
Just abusive reminiscence
Just a hurtful void
This night shall pass too...


From Drafts

I sometimes miss being in unrequited love to text them to overthink their text to romanticize every moment to actually dream about them...