Why then?

If it was to be only once,

then why did you rouse my emotion...

If it was to be just lust,

then why did you pick my heart...

If it was not to be

then why did I and you become we...

If it was to be in a land of fantasy,

then why did our lives meet in reality...

If there were terms and conditions attached

then why was the consent asked after the signed deal...

If it was another one of your game,

then why did it have to be me...

If regrets were an after thought

then why did we give love another chance...

If love had a name tag

then why can't we read our heart...

If i had to move away from your world

then why did I play my part...

If the memories were to be incomplete

then why did the fire start...

If i know the answers

then why do i still ask...

If i know where to go

then why did i lose my path...

The night

the night has come
in its inevitable way
closing in on the heart...
and words are but crutches
to hold the broken parts

we speak with the tongue
but the hearts are numb
we speak, words are polite,
in silence the chill is felt
of the love long lost...

the same warm heart
is cold with desperation
the long unending arms
reminds of separation;
of one who was to be forever...

And yet, we refuse to move on
and give love a chance
And yet, we still call 'us' friends
when we have turned strangers
caged in our own worlds

Do i give in to show my bruises?
or stay stoic and calm?
Do i share the anger, the pain,
Or look ahead, and considered vain
by those who never understand?

the night has come
and i stay awake
closing my heart from all...
and words are but crutches
to hold the broken parts...