From the mistakes we made in the past,
Trying to decimate them with the units of pleasant present,
But, as we do so,
We still sly our ownself,
As the present we live now,
Is only to get over our incorrigible bygone days.
We fake our empty faces with a smile,
We fake ignorance for the questions still there,
We weigh situations with only right or wrong,
But, we fake to the outer world only,
Unfortunately not to ourselves.
The future we will be having,
Circles around the present we have now,
The bond we would be having,
Or unfortunate enough for not having,
Depends on the bond we share now,
But, the presence reflects the same,
We are what we have been.
I know all the answers are simple,
But accepting them isn’t,
What I want is not only what I desire,
It has some deeper meaning,
Not even comprehended by me.
I just know and so do you,
It was totally unexpected of me,
But now, it is true
That I am in total love of you.