She makes me weak,
Weaker than I used to be.
She is an angel fallen from sky,
A radiant ray of sunshine,
Discoverer of my fragmented soul.
Trying to mend it back,
Striving to sow the healing seed.
But does she know?
She is unraveling me.
Seeing her with that dashing smile,
Unfazed by the world being hostile.
The twinge of jealousy
Makes its room inside.
She is trying her best,
To bring the pieces back.
Yet, it's breaking me apart,
Not to be like her.
How can she bury her fears?
Living in complete ecstasy.
She is everything I want to be,
Living in absolute harmony.
Even if I resist being pathetic,
My feelings being enigmatic.
Charismatic persona, dainty smile,
Alluring ideas and a free mind.
She makes me weak,
Weaker than I'm supposed to be.


© Yati