At first, it was cold; After some time, it was warm; Then, it was cold once more And, never was it warm again.
The discreet droplets that poured;
It bothered but never was noticed; But these turned into waves that drowned. As chance stared upon, it turn warm. The endearing was kind and caring.
I kept holding on your hands;
I am weary and tired but still, I hold on You dont want to be touched by me Yet, still, I hold on to your hands, hold on to you dearly; You go away; I come near; You push me; I keep close to you You were happy with someone; I was smiling but was devastated inside; I dont want to see the hurtful scene; Yet, I keep seeing it I cant seem to avoid it; It hurts; shatters; I dont know this feeling; You were once very close but now youve drifted away; Did time change you? Or is it me rather?
This pain keeps hunting me;
I cant stand firm; Im wavering; Im being unstable; But now, i came to a decision; To let go of the hands that I hold on for a long time; I will let go; and, if you keep drifting away, I will not hold on anymore cause I have done so much. This feeling; this should be mutual; Thats why, if you dont come close to me again; I will let go; I will not concern myself anymore; Youre free anyways to decide for your own; Im just being selfish; for that, Im sorry; Now, I dont hope for anything anymore; I will continue to live with my life; I will find someone who will also hold on to me; I will find someone who also will reach out their hand; Not me alone, but two hands holding to each other; Thats the feeling I want. Not this feeling now. This hurtful feeling. I dont want this.