Just as I take my cup of tea. Sip after
sip...felling into the whirlwind of thoughts gushing through my mind, touching
every nook and corner of my life...I just want to shut my eyes thinking about you.
Sometimes it’s the sweetest escape. I am still
glad that you virtually exist. To know that you lived before you died. That you
had the oomph, an idea to live by. I would love to see you again on another cup
of tea and we might sit down for a while. Thinking about this bizarre life and
its tragedies. And just not try to solve
any mysteries.
You need to come and sort my mind…stack
after stack, after stack until you are tired. Tell me that I did great
sometimes, that I nailed it and I was your hero. And I was the cover story of
your heart. Tell me the shrieking voices I hear and I make. Well everyone has
it and tell me it’s not a bad idea to give up sometimes. Lie in bed, forget and
grief or think about the butterflies that flutter in your heart like past memories.
Forget about everyone and everything and
think about the goodness that I once had and fill up my heart with energy. And tell the bad person in me is not that bad
and that god still loves me.
And that he ignores my mistakes and he smiles
sometimes and say ‘she isn’t that bad’ make her happy.
And touch the cord of my heart without any
mistake, just be precise and make an escape so that the spell breaks evenly and
I get up with a smile to break this symphony.
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