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"MY FLAWLESS SWAN"
So this one time she asked me what I wanted when I grew up and in the most juvenile way I answered, "I dream of growing up so that I can take you temple hopping, of course in poshed up car and before she could interrupt, I continued,
see I know that you don't like cars, I do and I know that I don't like temples, you do. It's a great compromise." She laughs and carries on feeding me.
It's been three years now since that dream broke and ever since then I've been wishing for her on every shooting star. Tell me how impossible a wish has to be to turn the whole sky dark.
You know what they say, They say that pain becomes art but they never tell you that it still hurts. I guess the big bang was the universe's heartbreak, we all are breathing in the void of what's left oblivious of its pain. I tell your memories the same, they don't leave.
I remember, holding onto you like a tree holding onto its last leaf, the only proof of it being alive. I remember the rhythm of your voice echoing in my head, it still is my favorite music cassette.
I remember that blissful smile you flashed at everyone, the way you were mine, I remember things I shouldn't.
I remember the first time you threw me a ball, I threw it back at your face, you smiled and in that instance, I knew heaven was surreal
I remember you loving lord Krishna so much that I can't pass the temple in front of my house without thinking about you. You taught me how to pray my pain away.
I remember waking up every day after you've passed away wishing it was all a dream, that I'd wake up to your chantings, explains why I don't wake up happy anymore. I remember things that I want to forget.
I remember walking away from countless fights cuz, you taught me to be kind, not violent.
You're everything I've ever wanted, all that I ever had, a shrine to all of my pieces and the morphine to my pain.
So I set them on fire, verses after verses poems after poems. My notes run out of poetry, me out of breath, but I keep burning. You see it's much easier to survive the smoke than to see you and not run to your arms.
Growing old just doesn't make any sense anymore.
see I know that you don't like cars, I do and I know that I don't like temples, you do. It's a great compromise." She laughs and carries on feeding me.
It's been three years now since that dream broke and ever since then I've been wishing for her on every shooting star. Tell me how impossible a wish has to be to turn the whole sky dark.
You know what they say, They say that pain becomes art but they never tell you that it still hurts. I guess the big bang was the universe's heartbreak, we all are breathing in the void of what's left oblivious of its pain. I tell your memories the same, they don't leave.
I remember, holding onto you like a tree holding onto its last leaf, the only proof of it being alive. I remember the rhythm of your voice echoing in my head, it still is my favorite music cassette.
I remember that blissful smile you flashed at everyone, the way you were mine, I remember things I shouldn't.
I remember the first time you threw me a ball, I threw it back at your face, you smiled and in that instance, I knew heaven was surreal
I remember you loving lord Krishna so much that I can't pass the temple in front of my house without thinking about you. You taught me how to pray my pain away.
I remember waking up every day after you've passed away wishing it was all a dream, that I'd wake up to your chantings, explains why I don't wake up happy anymore. I remember things that I want to forget.
I remember walking away from countless fights cuz, you taught me to be kind, not violent.
You're everything I've ever wanted, all that I ever had, a shrine to all of my pieces and the morphine to my pain.
So I set them on fire, verses after verses poems after poems. My notes run out of poetry, me out of breath, but I keep burning. You see it's much easier to survive the smoke than to see you and not run to your arms.
Growing old just doesn't make any sense anymore.
