Warrior or Lover?
I cannot understand what I feel right now,
Is it the paranoia of my past creeping up?,
Or is it the excitement of something new coming my way?,
Knowing my luck it's most definitely the paranoia acting up,
I cannot get the feeling of loneliness out of me,
So here I am trying to take it out through these lines,
I wonder if all my emotions were to be mixed together?,
Will they form a harmony? Or will they end in a tragic mess?,
My eyes are heavy from the lack of sleep,
But so is my heart from the lack of love I crave,
Finding a correct term for this 'desperation' of mine,
I've grown cold on the outside,
My heart shatters into tiny pieces as ones again I loose hope,
But my innocent heart, it never takes the hint,
It again hopes and it shatteres again,
I've played so many roles in the life of others,
Companion, acquaintance, friend, sister, daughter, best friend,
But will I ever be the lover of someone else's story?,
Sitting on my bed all I think of is,
How my heart is that of a warrior and not of a lover,
Even though all it has ever fought for is love.
© Pakhi Gupta
Is it the paranoia of my past creeping up?,
Or is it the excitement of something new coming my way?,
Knowing my luck it's most definitely the paranoia acting up,
I cannot get the feeling of loneliness out of me,
So here I am trying to take it out through these lines,
I wonder if all my emotions were to be mixed together?,
Will they form a harmony? Or will they end in a tragic mess?,
My eyes are heavy from the lack of sleep,
But so is my heart from the lack of love I crave,
Finding a correct term for this 'desperation' of mine,
I've grown cold on the outside,
My heart shatters into tiny pieces as ones again I loose hope,
But my innocent heart, it never takes the hint,
It again hopes and it shatteres again,
I've played so many roles in the life of others,
Companion, acquaintance, friend, sister, daughter, best friend,
But will I ever be the lover of someone else's story?,
Sitting on my bed all I think of is,
How my heart is that of a warrior and not of a lover,
Even though all it has ever fought for is love.
© Pakhi Gupta