Aug 29, 2010

Some Wahad

sometimes a little something triggers a memory or a thought of you
it makes me wonder where you are or what you're up to

have you found what you are looking for?
is it still as it was before?

are you ok? are you happy? are you sleeping & eating well?
or are you still fighting to break out of your inner hell?

i miss reading your font on my screen or smelling the sarcasm in your tone
i miss seeing u flirt with other girls then wait till i get to laugh about it later on

whether in private or in public - you made me feel special
you raised the bar higher than i would've liked
& it was all with your lame first impression

you knew how to deal with me
you knew what to say
you never asked me to put up with you
or even begged me to stay

it took a lot of courage to admit certain things
i didn't want to believe a single word you said
i felt like dying when you said you wished you were dead

many a times i wish i never met you
because now i can't help then and again but
to think of you, dream about you

& wonder do i ever cross your mind - from time to time?
sometimes i shed a tear, sometimes i smile
most of the time i say nothing is wrong
hey, at least i try

you will always be up in your tower
i will be dancing in front of millions on the streets
you're anything but a coward

you're my sweet, breakable Quasimodo