Nemesis of my ego
How many times you bring us hope,
How many times you strip them away.
Is it your test or is it your joke,
I wonder if it’s just a dice you throw.
Hope is the best some say,
Hope is dangerous I’d say.
I pray, … …
Let me be the butterfly she is chasing,
Then I will be the one dancing in her garden*.
Let me be the air she is breathing,
Then I will be foreever living in her vein.
Let me be the wind in her castle,
Then I will shape the world as her smile.
Let me be the snowflakes she is gazing,
Then I will tranquilly fall into her bosom.
Let me be the sense of her satisfaction,
Then I will wisper how mad is my obsession.
Let me be the stone knocking at her window,
Then she will notice a broken shadow.
… … … …
I thought you brought me a serendipity,
But you left me with a suffocated divinity.
Let me be the frame of her reality,
Then she will become nothing but a memory.
* refer butterfly effect.