Memories running wild every night,
Turning out to be a inner fight,
My mind keeps going back to you,
Don't know if my thoughts are true.

My heart flies higher and higher,
Every time I think of us together,
When you pass by, I feel butterflies,
Hard to digest realizing it was all lies.

It would be better for me not to exist,
Reasons that are keeping me, I can make a list.
In this short journey, there was never us,
Not even a thought about me, I guess.

Was worried about the day you’ll forget me,
Nothing will change, even if I get down on my knee,
Proceeding life forgetting all about me,
Hope that's the way it was meant to be.

I made a sharp sword, out of your words, sweet art,
which did cut my heart, tearing it apart,
A piece of my soul is in every verse I pen,
Yet your actions and words shot me like a loaded gun.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind