By Nyaring Rongsak
I had enough of the sober vibes you bring in every dawn; in destitute chilling the sparkle within the hearts
I had promised million times every night to myself; the day I shall never witness to live in pain and in shabby sheets
I had seen the weirdest and the wildest forms of the one i once admired and loved; ever ready to backfire any comments
Every morning I look into you I see the innocent you and the instincts to be stronger; lovely years thou shall see
The channel of anger and hatred is drawing me closer towards whom I disguised to be better version of love
But the decency I feel from meeting you drops my pulses; wishing to live as furthest avoiding crossing roads with you
How can survival be promised to the future souls; in a manner that fake the promises to build a golden home?
I shall never live longer in the empty halls that Calibre sorrowful flutes sinking my hopes and souls every nightfall.