One Month, One Week
I wish the writing pad can contain all my feelings,
I wish the tissue will be enough to wipe the tear on my face,
I wish I can continue playing the love music we shared together,
I wish I can look into your eyes one more time and assure you of my love.
You appeared and disappeared.
You became visible; but faded away so soon.
The moments were short lived.
The love we felt for each other evaporated.
It vanished into thin air.
Now we both live in the memories of our past.
It was one month, one week.
Oh! I wish we would live those moments again.
Those moments that made us forget our painful past.
It was one month, one week
But they were split seconds that cannot be traded on a silver platter.
Moments we look at and cherish.
Moments we would both hold in high esteem.
How we lay by each other,
How we shared ideas together,
How you hugged me,
How I held you and didn’t want you to go,
How you shared your past with me,
How I shared my future dreams with you,
How I felt your heart beat in the comfort of my arms,
How we expressed our emotions through words and care,
How we playfully attacked each other,
How you said I Don’t Know,
Every time I ask a question,
And how that made you earn the title – IDK.
It was one month, one week,
But those were golden moments that cannot be erased.
Our love story has a future.
A future heavy with miraculous stories.
One month, one week,
Was what we shared together.
The love we shared was pure as ice.
But Fear set in,
Panic took over,
Uncertainty played on minds,
Now confidence is lost.
That cold night,
When the moonlight,
Failed to appear,
I saw in your eyes tears.
I would not forget how it hurts you,
But you said it anyway;
It’s all was over between us.
‘’I love you and you appeared to me like an angel
But am sorry, I’ve to let go’’
You said, with your eyes filled with tears.
It was just one month, one week.
Our love story has a future.
A future heavy with miraculous stories.
My heart is bleeding,
And I know yours has a deep cut.
Let’s not let our friendship rearrange,
For true love is not sold in a market.
It is hard to come by.
We can live the dream
Of one month, one week again.
For I know our love for each other is not yet finished.
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