My mom said,
"He has forgotten you."
My dad said,
"You mean nothing to him."
My bro said,
"He used you for pleasure."
My sis said,
"He's mean, a fraud, a cheat."
And in my dreams I shouted out,
"I don't care of all your silly words."
When I was in my dreams
In my land of El Dorado,
When I was imagining spring in my life,
It was then that every one around
Had to talk all evil, all nuisance.
My brain knew well
That you were a dead past.
But my heart kept contradicting
My soul kept questioning
Of the legitimacy of your death.
I couldn't focus on why
'e' was equal to 'm' and 'c' squared.
The conscious 'me' knew, that
I had forgotten you.
The practical 'me' knew that.
However the illogical 'me'
The stupid, idiotic and stubborn 'me'
Refused to give in.
Viragoes all around kept repeating,
"He has forgotten you"
"He has trashed you down."
Misbegottens of all sorts gathered around
Pulling me deep into the sea of distress
When all I wanted was gaiety
And some peace of mind.
No bullets, but tears are all
I have for the emotive embrasure.
But my lacrimal glands seem
to have been choked
As tears no more roll down my cheeks...
Even when I need them the most.
"He has forgotten you."
My dad said,
"You mean nothing to him."
My bro said,
"He used you for pleasure."
My sis said,
"He's mean, a fraud, a cheat."
And in my dreams I shouted out,
"I don't care of all your silly words."
When I was in my dreams
In my land of El Dorado,
When I was imagining spring in my life,
It was then that every one around
Had to talk all evil, all nuisance.
My brain knew well
That you were a dead past.
But my heart kept contradicting
My soul kept questioning
Of the legitimacy of your death.
I couldn't focus on why
'e' was equal to 'm' and 'c' squared.
The conscious 'me' knew, that
I had forgotten you.
The practical 'me' knew that.
However the illogical 'me'
The stupid, idiotic and stubborn 'me'
Refused to give in.
Viragoes all around kept repeating,
"He has forgotten you"
"He has trashed you down."
Misbegottens of all sorts gathered around
Pulling me deep into the sea of distress
When all I wanted was gaiety
And some peace of mind.
No bullets, but tears are all
I have for the emotive embrasure.
But my lacrimal glands seem
to have been choked
As tears no more roll down my cheeks...
Even when I need them the most.
Lovely........
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