Basic
You call yourself basic , a disaster....
I wanted your thought process to be slow but you just ran faster...
it is not your fault you are an athlete
the one who no more have time to do something that her heart loves, with your dreams all you do is cheat
but have you ever taken some time out to listen to that heartbeat
what is it beating for? 9 to 5 job ? Luxurious car? or an Instagram like or tweet?
where have you lost it? that passion ,that love, that heat ....
that burning desire to be better than yourself....
why is it that you always pull your own feet?
I told you how I felt about you
it wasn't intended to bring you offbeat
I said that because the day you will conquer your dreams I wanted to be there crying in the front seat
I don't know how you feel about me but that's definitely not what you said
I know that you are in Crisis trying to deal with all of this , not right in your head
instead of adding to your confusion I'll rather be dead
after saying all that don't you think there were some things which was left unsaid ??
whatever I meant I wrote it down, but maybe you didn't get it
as if they remain unsaid
don't you know that I will always be that push, not pull ,a motivator like that khaleesi on Dragon head
but still if you think I will be hard to be with you can walk away , crush my heart, go ahead
but don't you ever call yourself BASIC again
I just go brain dead
even if you are Ms.Disaster don't you worry I am a Nuclear Warhead...
Copyright © Ishwar Zore | Year Posted 2018
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