I am an ugly looking big creature. An out-of-the-box-wisdom preacher. Usually Kool and unusually weird. Full of 'spirit' and never tired.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Is it the end of it?

We:
we sat face to face
Our eyes carefully avoiding each other
Our fingers tightly crossing each other
Waiting for the first word to come out
But it never ever escaped the mouth

Me :
Is it the end of it?
The same old fear has gripped me
History repeats as I stand and see
My heart screams with fresh new ache
No! it can not be just another mistake

She :
Is it the end of it?
The world is breaking in front of me
As I feel the silence of my faded fantasy
Never thought he'd let me down
Never thought I'd see him frown

Me :
Is it the end of it?
I desperately search for the words
which was lost in my mental sherds
I could see the end of our courtship
As the word never came up to my lip

She :
Is it the end of it?
Never expected him to be so hard
Never believed in those canard
Never thought I'd see a dark rainbow
Never thought he'd ever let me go

We:
we sat face to face
Our eyes meet as we wait for some action
But nothing changes, not even for a fraction
The air between us has stopped to breathe
As it watches two lost souls to wait and seethe

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