Couldn't control it for it was really making me mad But i guess that was better than now seeing you so sad Until that time i didnt realize it may offend you in some way, Your silence is killing me now, there's something you really got to say 'Yes, me too' were the words that i really sought, Now its just got to something from you, doesn't even matter what For the first time i listened to my heart, let it take over my brain, I think that is the reason i let myself do something so insane. Spoiled something so special that was there between us, Now I dont know how to gain back even one-tenth of that trust. I dont know what was it that had me profess I know you'll not be convinced but still i'll confess. Even if I had the power to revert the sands of time, I would have again tried something that stupid to make your heart mine. And sometimes you really piss me off i wanna say you 'Go to hell' But after saying that i know i will never be well. All of this ...
my disease, my cure my elixir, not so pure my foe, my friend my beginning, and my end my day, my night, my darkness and my light my dusk and my dawn my queen and my pawn my damnation, my joy my master and my toy my guilt, my fame my honor and my shame my rose and my thorn my hunger, my morsel of corn my heaven, my hell all my thirst and my well my demon, my god my weakness, my sword sins that can't be told virtues that I behold only you who can make them whole my heart, my life and my soul
Life seems harsh when trying to get rid of the ghosts from the past and the present seems distantly familiar. Worst of all the only companion who stands by your side during this difficult phase feels the exactly same way about life. Now the million dollar question is will life ever return back to normal? I read somewhere that a caterpillar's transition to a butterfly is initiated by a process wherein it wraps itself in a hard cocoon and tries to break out of it using its developing wings. It is said that more the force applied by the caterpillar, the stronger the wings grow. It is a very painful process and it somebody tries to relieve the caterpillar out of its misery by cutting the cocoon, its wings are rendered useless as they lack the strength to support the butterfly's weight. But what if the caterpillar is too weak and succumbs to the pain and fatigue of breaking the cocoon?
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