No, my dear friend..
I don't want to change my past;
My memories are too valuable for that.
I would rather continue writing my story
With all its tortuous twists and turns,
Funny though it may seem to you.
But that's not the point of living this life,
Meaningless though it may seem.
We create our own meanings.
Mistakes upon mistakes may accumulate,
Friends, lovers and enemies abound,
But live on we must!
Holding on to anything that lets us stay sane,
Flimsy though it may seem.
We are given the power of thought.
Let's celebrate that for a moment
And not worry about stagnated brains.
#gisri #review #lifehack
I don't want to change my past;
My memories are too valuable for that.
I would rather continue writing my story
With all its tortuous twists and turns,
Funny though it may seem to you.
But that's not the point of living this life,
Meaningless though it may seem.
We create our own meanings.
Mistakes upon mistakes may accumulate,
Friends, lovers and enemies abound,
But live on we must!
Holding on to anything that lets us stay sane,
Flimsy though it may seem.
We are given the power of thought.
Let's celebrate that for a moment
And not worry about stagnated brains.
#gisri #review #lifehack
Vulnerability
I can hardly look into your eyes.
Ambling about like a dandelion
My sight flutters, gaze not staying
Eyes not meeting yours.
My Heart skips a beat
As you vocalise how much
It means to you that I’m here.
I feel like a trickster
A phoney, donning a mask
Of an angel.
Hiding behind a virtuous shadow
My soul is but a darkened meadow.
Withering like an autumn leaf
It weighs me down,
I cower, awaiting an excuse.
No, I can hardly look into your eyes.
My eyes mist and tears fall.
Thank God,
Now I need not look into your eyes
Anymore.
#gisri #review #love #heartache
I can hardly look into your eyes.
Ambling about like a dandelion
My sight flutters, gaze not staying
Eyes not meeting yours.
My Heart skips a beat
As you vocalise how much
It means to you that I’m here.
I feel like a trickster
A phoney, donning a mask
Of an angel.
Hiding behind a virtuous shadow
My soul is but a darkened meadow.
Withering like an autumn leaf
It weighs me down,
I cower, awaiting an excuse.
No, I can hardly look into your eyes.
My eyes mist and tears fall.
Thank God,
Now I need not look into your eyes
Anymore.
#gisri #review #love #heartache