Denial
Denial
Denial is denying..
Life is a series of lies to oneself.
Doesn’t she get the mindwaves?
The touch reminds me of childhood
the smiles of a pleasant day.
She has been living in the past
a part of my inner silences.
She smiles
but I know she feels.
Why am I melancholic?
Moments are transformed with you
time is no longer what it was..
Why do I change when I see you..
lying to you everyday..
Life is short
do come over,
you are my love
I am your cover.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
