quite close to all I have of my heart told me
If we’re able to look past all our happy days
and forget just like that
why can’t we do the same with our sad ones.
I am but a blind man
hanging on to colours from a past life.
caught me with my dreams torn and told me
it is not hopeless yet
Hope is but a tangent,
it does not do to wear it on my sleeve,
it winds and tangles itself into heartstrings so that
everything breaks when it decides to.
sees me with my eyes half closed
pupils blown open
and my sleeves torn to shreds and tells me
to put my mind at rest.
Only yesterday did I realize
I do not need to see nor hope
to have this someone by my side
and remind me to hold tight to the light.