I sit to write about love
And stare at static photographs
Are those inspiration enough?
My eyes have a failed story of bluff.
He who shall never know the truth
Carelessly believes the lies of youth
Call out his name, I cannot
The lost letter will reach the destined spot.
I might wake up from slumber
To realise the kiss was a blunder
A life-like dream I pray this is
Few pieces of the tale are his.
Buried under tears of forgiveness
Lie the prayers to catch us
Ink pierces through the sheets
As journey falls behind the streets.
Distances we have travelled
Unknowingly to meet each other
I went searching for meaning
To find myself circling your being.
When the heaven and earth intertwine
They find their abode in you
I have nowhere to go
To you I lost my wins.
