They told me “be like the flower”
Who hide pain with a smile
But I don’t wanna be
As my soul is tired
Of these crumpled ideas
No one cares & no one did
When this stubborn heart
Was caught in the riptide
Everyone has a story to tell
So do I; titled “The color of love”
It was me in the picture rim
And the stranger I welcomed in my heart
Who made me feel like a flower
And did all the sweetest sin
I gave him my all and he told me some praise
“You are the ink in my pen, the line on my paper”
Next morning when I turned around
In the bed we made
It was just me, but you were no where
To be found
Now I’m just a prisoner of memories
Whom even the weakest waves can break
If only music can ease away all the pain
Of your cruel silent goodbye
They told me be like the flower
but how to tell them all my petals
are withered;
I can’t be anymore as even my
Soul is tired.
