Many are the times we make decisions,
Many are the decisions highly regrettable,
And mine being one of the above mentioned,
A lament I do which is only a durge,
Weep not for me instead a black rose be bought,
Maybe by the time you finish reading,
My voice would be so low and face pale.

People do make mistakes,
The same people correct their mistakes,
For love being a journey we embarked,
Accidents will always happen!
And home being where the heart is,
Do we vacate our homes when a candle goes off?
Do we abandon our homes when a chair is broken?

Baby, if I die today,
Would you remember the love I showed you?
If I don't see the sunrise,
Would you by any chance remember those times I made you smile?
What if I don't drag my feet out of this bed,
Would you still hate me with the same passion?
Would my voice ring in your mind favourite?

A day of sorrow is longer than a month of joy,
A sorrow which has now burned my being,
Because I failed to recall the old adage,
That anger is the only thing made better by delay,
Humility and humbleness couldn't save me,
Instead, they've mocked and despised me like trash.
Demolishing the structures of my weak body.

If I won't be there to remind you of my love,
May the universe remind you that a treasure you are,
I love you beyond the damn quiet grave,
This heavy love will never die,
When your heart I can't have access,
Your name allow me borrow,
Chances my be denied but my love tripples.

June

© Zari