Fateful memories prick me today Taking me back to life’s old way A storm of dry and vacant tears Snatches away all my cheers My deadly life just spins around Making me sit back rolled up in a wound Cause it was all a false truth.
Bright sunshine was ever with me But now it’s the dark that befriends me Loneliness is my sole company My poor heart’s a tyranny I am still weeping and serenading Yet unbelievingly I go on peeping To blend into the reality of this false truth.
A truth that keeps on knocking At my fond heart’s window so unchanging Yet realising that my heart was squeezing Out all pains that it was feeling I still went on pariently waiting Cause I wasn’t sure what was happening Until I knew that it was just false truth.
Soaking up myself with fond memories Floating amidst my own stories Falling down from a heaven high cliff Hitting the ground and getting so stiff More complicated than a tricky jigsaw Hit so hard by life’s hacksaw After facing that false truth.
My very own life broke up my trust And abandoned me until I’d rust Spaces and distances waiting to be filled To cure my ailments before I am killed Kept beating me from fathoms beneath Until I could name it, ‘The False Truth’.
They say husbands are supposed to be strong I think many have it wrong. Husbands have feelings and emotions too But many wives don’t have a clue. Give him a chance to express himself You just might understand how he
Just like mantises, hurrying to finish his last embrace, so to be taken by the husks of his beloved; Like a butterfly, flying to the sun, but hunted by a pale lamb hanging on the dust of the road; Like