PROSPECTIVE

Willing.
For something to happen.

Wishing.
For silly old me to awaken.

Maybe you were too good to be true.
Maybe you don’t deserve me.
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

I ought to stop when I told you,
It was hurting me.

I ought to stop when I told you,
It was hurting me.

You never listen.
You were busy mending your broken heart.
I couldn’t see,
But you blinded me with your hopeless hopes and dreamless dreams.

World,
You were that to me.
My holy mountains.
My parted seas.
My almighty sun.
My majestic moon.

But now, my world crumbles,
And so do you.
All you are good to me now is crumbled cookies.
I might dip you in hot milk.
So, you’ll be in my belly.
And go out of my body from you know where.