Stop Me

From holding back and calling out
From pleading I scream and shout
From taking in all of this pain
From drowning myself in the rain

From hoping that you’ll come back soon
From acting like some shit bafoon
From resting on what fate may give
so that I can go on and live

A Fortnight and a Day

A love that was all too soon
I guess, as early as it is.
Our hopes, in candlewax wings
Melted way before it could’ve soared high.

But the same heat of Summer’s day
Would’ve set a clay pot dry
Cemented what could have been
The perfect “You and I”

But alas, a fortnight and a day
The dream has fallen, and truth be taken
The dream lies splendid in good sleep
And all of these in tears I weep