I’d be lying.
I’d be lying if I said I never missed you
I’d be lying if I said I never think of you
I’d be lying if I said I still don’t stalk you
I’d be lying…
I’d be lying if I declared that my love for you is gone
I’d be lying.
Cause each time when I lie
Its your face I see
Each time mine eyes I close
Its our memories I see
Each time my ears I shut
Its your voice I hear
Your beautiful soft whispers
I close my eyes
I let my mind wander to you
I recall everything
Every single spark
Every single ignition of your sweet soft tender kiss
Every single passion shared
It all remains afresh in my memory
And each time I recall this
I cry for my loss
I cry, for seeing you again I shan’t
I cry for my heart.
I cry for my broken heart which still yearns for you
I cry for my solace.
the solace I never shall find in your arms again
And when I try to imagine IF you still think of me like I do you
I weep even harder
I’d be lying if I said am happy for you
How can I be happy
How can I be happy when am not part of your happiness
How can I be joyous when you are no longer the source of my joy
I just can’t.
I cannot imagine you in another’s
I cannot, I don’t want to picture your beautiful full lips on another
No, I cannot
I’d be lying
I’d be lying if I said I still don’t hope beyond hopes that you come back
Back to my arms.
Arms which since you left have ever been open for thee
Ready to embrace you warmly on thy return
Ready to ease all the coldness away
Ready to massage our former love back into thy muscles
But yet again it strikes.
The tormenting memory that you no longer mine to hold strikes
This time with such tumult
Leaving me in such a haze
One only you can relinquish me from…
And then, I wouldn’t be lying
I wouldn’t be lying if I said I still love you
I wouldn’t be lying if I said I missed you
So much that it tore me down
So much that it scarred this heart
Then…then, I wouldn’t be lying.