My heart is paling, but why am I keep
on sailing?
You're uncapable of catching, but why
am I keep on falling?
I worship you from afar, do you hear
me calling?
You're not even a deity, but why this
heart is kneeling?
This feeling of choosing between
love or lust.
My heart says love for it is the reason
of its beating.
My mind says lust for it is the reason
I am living.
Without you I am nothing, without you I am nothing.
Breaking, moving then forgetting,
that's what my mind is saying.
Healing, trying, and letting
this is not yet the ending.
Mending, accepting, and again
it's shattering.
I guess that's what love means,
"but how about the lust? Do you think
this game would last?"
"Sorry if I sound too fast, so please clutch."
Holding hands, temples are rushing,
striding, riding, flying and gliding.
"This won't make my day tiring.
"Hush, hush. Push, push."
Alas, this plane goes woosh!
Lying beside you, time is our foe.
My mind is thinking to and fro.
"Where are you now?" asking myself.
Prioritizing pleasures more than worthy leisures.
Books, notebooks and decent looks.
This is what I looked before I got hook.
Deceving looks and innocent smile
reason why that life walks mile.
That is the reason of thy womb,
but this flea owns by whom?
We created this in a loom,
and I hope your life gets doomed!
Should I end this in a tomb?