Places

take me to some where

the lies needn't be uttered

the boundaries needn't be created 

where it is more than the four letters

where it craves to be felt

where it feels like an endless sip of eternity 

where no matter how dark it is, there is enough light to adore it to pieces with all of mine

maybe then, maybe there

i can unlove the traces that stab me within 

and love again.

coz the many, many, many times  I stumble 

through grace and circumstances 

a little of it dies within me 

each day, each hour, each moment 

Many many many times I stumble

each day each hour each moment 

a little of it dies within me

craving to feel alive