“I’ll keep on waiting even I see you walking down the church isle with someone else,
I’ll just close my eyes and dream that it would be me waiting at the end”
Solitude conquers at night, and the days aged to gray his perfect blue sky
The burdened man embraces his unknown tomorrow and with his soul he cries.
He remembers the past when all the things she said were everything but limpid lies.
He was ignorant of the powder keg and invisible sparks of her deceitful smiles
With every sunset that pass, the hostility of his hopeless anticipation went spirit-rough,
But never perturbed for having a scarce reason, to realize that he should come to a stop
Foolish was the man, who paved the rudiments of his future and nubs of his personal shed,
Out of hopes of her utterance and golden wrapped promises he barely knew if truthfully said
“I know you wouldn’t want me to live my life in misery,
And I don’t want that too,
That’s why I’ll hold on to thy promise and keep waiting for you”
He took the risk of waking up, just to witness his heart shatter in a futile wait every single day
Even her shadows were never there to listen to what sentiments his unrequited love has to say.
A solitary walk outside to see if the world was less hostile to a man who couldn’t reckon if he was okay,
Familiar faces of the past were now present strangers; just like how his sanity is going astray
“Her momentary existence left bittersweet memories that can never be relived not even in dreams,
She left him hanging on the edge closest to what content could have probably ever been
Her words that were never finished are the only part of her can claim as his own
But he ignored what he knew and said “I know she is waiting for me back home”
His body grew old
His skin gone wrinkled and grey was his hair,
But his heart still beats the same way all through these passing years.
Until the end,
Yes, He may die in vain; He may have wasted life and even time may give up and cry
But his immaculate faith for the deserted vow to be fulfilled even in eternity
shall never die.
I’ll just close my eyes and dream that it would be me waiting at the end”
Solitude conquers at night, and the days aged to gray his perfect blue sky
The burdened man embraces his unknown tomorrow and with his soul he cries.
He remembers the past when all the things she said were everything but limpid lies.
He was ignorant of the powder keg and invisible sparks of her deceitful smiles
With every sunset that pass, the hostility of his hopeless anticipation went spirit-rough,
But never perturbed for having a scarce reason, to realize that he should come to a stop
Foolish was the man, who paved the rudiments of his future and nubs of his personal shed,
Out of hopes of her utterance and golden wrapped promises he barely knew if truthfully said
“I know you wouldn’t want me to live my life in misery,
And I don’t want that too,
That’s why I’ll hold on to thy promise and keep waiting for you”
He took the risk of waking up, just to witness his heart shatter in a futile wait every single day
Even her shadows were never there to listen to what sentiments his unrequited love has to say.
A solitary walk outside to see if the world was less hostile to a man who couldn’t reckon if he was okay,
Familiar faces of the past were now present strangers; just like how his sanity is going astray
“Her momentary existence left bittersweet memories that can never be relived not even in dreams,
She left him hanging on the edge closest to what content could have probably ever been
Her words that were never finished are the only part of her can claim as his own
But he ignored what he knew and said “I know she is waiting for me back home”
His body grew old
His skin gone wrinkled and grey was his hair,
But his heart still beats the same way all through these passing years.
Until the end,
Yes, He may die in vain; He may have wasted life and even time may give up and cry
But his immaculate faith for the deserted vow to be fulfilled even in eternity
shall never die.