Defeat,
My Defeat,
As honoured in the trophy,
You speak doubts sulken by me,
Defeat,
My Defeat,
We have been soul mates,
Will rise and shine forever,
Defeat,
My Defeat,
As yore share a piece of memories,
Their pieces of you and me that lies sunken in dusty alleys,
Defeat,
My Defeat,
The rise of you seemed an impossible voyage, threatening anxiety of emotional repeats,
But still, we have been on sails together as an anchor heading towards the speed of breeze,
Defeat,
My Defeat,
On days when gallons of salty stepped voids of feels,
You have been there weaving the torn stitch to mend on the purpose of life belief,
Defeat,
My Defeat,
The realisation of time,
You will prevail till the last spoon of dine,
Like crown labouring the shine,
You definitely will be patches that retained till last breath of mine,
Defeat,
My Defeat.


Highly inspired by #Kahil Gibran


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