when I couldn’t breathe,
You used to take my hand and hold it gently on the middle seat,
When my mind’s best pass time was stories to weave,
I used to look at your smile through those crooked teeth,
And it felt like an evening of autumn breeze.
Is there a way to make candles out of those memories,
Even if i made them I’ll only sell one of these,
And is there any other way to slowly destroy yourself so gently.
Maybe in another lifetime we’ll be loved like we were supposed to be,
We’ll fall for each other like earth and gravity,
We’ll live for each other in our own reality.
© ManrajSingh