I have a lot to reply myself who is more beautiful
you or my distorted thoughts
after all
why you're at my centre stage of swirlpools
I probably dither to define my intentions
as I pulsate with my heart
I probably play a music chair game
with my reality
thoughts too
and find me
no fit place to sit
till the turn changes
I find myself
fighting for the place
till
the whistle of time
I recluse in you
being around me
whilst
my heart asks
do you really love her
I know
the reality crunch
it has made me too dud
to realise
what love stands for
me the die hard spirit
again play the musical chair game
see if
you fit somewhere
or otherwise
source: shipra.v
