Is It Over?
I hate the way I feel right now
No secured words to expect
From someone I thought
Misses me the way I do to him.
His presence is elusive to my mind
That seems to be hanging something
The question of his real existence
To my vivid dreams then and again.
I believed and still assuming
Of the magic once I had with him
But does formality and aloofness
Signal the end of it all now?
Poor heart to await for an intense
And passionate care from him
Now that his heart’s preoccupied with
A love showered not by me.
Please don’t overwhelm me
With your sweet voices and gestures
If in the end, I will cry again
For you’ll renounce seeing me only.