Weak minded is my tag,
You foresee failure in me.
I haven't had a reason to brag,
A loser I'm bound to be..
The greatest love,
Was in my vivid imagination,
I grasped it with my faith's glove,
But it slipped from life's conviction.
A sense of pride is in need,
But I can't while I walk in your shadows.
I were to remain wrong even in a good deed,
I'm filled with sorrows..
Why do I feel so sad?
I can't fight the feeling,
Of not being good but bad,
I seem to be crawling or kneeling...
A taste of appreciation is rare,
All I ever did was love you,
But you filled me with fear,
Crisis is what remained true.
I ask for a second of summer,
To pause from the shiver,
Whilst the cold lurks around the corner-
This agony extends to a nile river.
I fell in affection,
But I remained the blame,
I yearned for protection,
But agony became less tame.
Confusion ruled my world
Threats adorned my thoughts
I lived a story which was not told
But succeeded from all your plots....