There was never a better time, to walk away from this dirt.
But I am holding on.
For what, I wish I knew.
When his madness seems justified, why not mine.
When his fear is justified, why not mine.
When his adventures are justified, why defy mine.
When love gets captured in a cage,
Is the urge to flap the wings and crave for freedom justified?
When my freedom has to be curbed, my freedom to live my life,
What should I do other than walk away?
How many more times do I walk away?
How many times will I return?
My patience is running out,
So is my love, my beloved,
For you, I have given up,
A life that I dreamt to have,
My freedom, and soon, I would,
Give up my breath and life too!
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