We are in the end of the line.
Talking a while.
Don’t let me go.
When you are the only one.

Baby I can be your only prize.
Even if I fall back.
You always believed I tried.
She keeps me from holding her hands.
You can light it up.
You could be a symphony, so that I can learn to play it.
You could be able to utter the words I love you.

Life, it’s not like that.
Obstacles are everywhere.
She took my only heart, I can’t return it.
I just lie always.

With the moon’s bedazzled touch
A special magic is intricately spun

Captures soft pastels of pink, orange & blue
Or vivid hues of dramatic imagery
To bring to life the portrait presented to you

Wretchedly bleeds in coal-black bouts of despair
Spilling ink from the pit of its soul
Each heart-wrenching limb is their sorrow stripped bare

Hotly simmers in desire-infused maroons
That swelter frenzied steam
Arousing incandescent passion-monsoons.

i’ve laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i’ve acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i’ve been trying hard
to blend in
with people who’ve shown me
that i don’t belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i’ve learnt that my sadness
is my very
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you