I read somewhere that the best thing you would do is to help;
I gave it a deep thought and decided to start with my own self.
All I did was to stand up from my side;
Unfortunately you confused it with my ego and my pride.
Living with you was like being in a beautiful song;
All I thought of was improvement not meaning there are things missing or their being something wrong.
I, in fact, don’t mind you shouting at me, it makes me feel like I am yours;
And when I share it with my close ones you think it’s public-ally announcing our wars.
I bow down because I respect you and not because I surrender;
Disrespect every time takes me nine feet’s under.
The only thing is that I am always scared and you know that is true;
The very disturbing thought of being and living without you.
Earlier I was strong with a power of healing;
But with you I just no more have this feeling.
The only mistake I did was to put forward my view point;
“Raising your voice” was what with which it was coined.
I wonder if being scared to lose you was foolish of me or wise;
But you said it is all over without thinking twice.
I don’t blame you at all, it was all only because of me;
I should have known and had the brains enough to believe that this is not how it was meant to be.
Love is not to surrender, adjust, compromise and be unheard;
Love is all about loving, being loved and still be a bird.