the nest

I have set the bird free,
free to fly away
for as long as she wants,
to as far as she wishes,
to make new beginnings,
to explore new horizons.

for i know,
the nest is where she'll come,
for that is where she belongs.

Reminiscence

What is it about the past? We reminisce as if we have never known happiness. As if content and satisfaction are alien to us. Often i find myself pondering what i should have done and said, and how my responses would alter my present from what it is. The downside of having a sharp memory is that you remember that bad times twice as much as the good ones. Like they say : Nostalgia is just like an english grammer lesson... You find the present tense, but the past perfect!

The girl who knew me too much

People change
They betray
When hearts break
Why do we pray?

Miles away from i stand
bin a while since you left
but the wounds
oh the wounds are still fresh

opened my heart to you
and look what you did
why did you grow apart
it made me look so stupid

i saw through you
knew you wanted to leave
why did i try so hard?
why did i still believe?