You left me which was
Rather too easy for you
Because you had your
'Reasons' and 'Excuses'.
But I feel sorry,
So sorry for myself
As I had none,
No reason to say 'Goodbye'.
I tried every 'possible' way
To get rid of your
memories.
I even locked
That wooden table
clock, you see.
Force I did myself
To forget you
For, I have been addicted to this drug
For a long time now.
I still search for it everywhere,
But nowhere do I find
That drug to soothe my pain,
That drug to meet my
pines.
It's painful
Holding on to the memories.
But I cannot let them go thus
Even if they haunt me.
Painful is imagining
the future,
That which is never possible.
Painful is the thought of your absence,
The thought of not being able to be with you.
But even more painful
Is the silence among chaos
Because I cannot hear
Hear YOUR voice.
Your picture seems
dull, very dull to me
And painful is to see
the spark lost
A spark I could see back then
Back then when you were mine.
How do I let go?
Oh, I cannot!
How do I make you feel my love?
I cannot!
Didn't you see it in my eyes?
Couldn't you just read my mind?
Didn't you feel the rush in my nerves
When you had first touched?
I did not look back years back
But I did years later...
Darling, in the pain of missing thee,
I find a strange pleasure.
Pleasure shall you
call it
For, there's no other inspiration
And there's no other muse.