I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover,
And spawned it over the walls of my heart.
Hoping it would make me dream again.
I'll take my dreams,
As something to hold up to
And never look back from.
I'll work on it like destiny works with time.
Tingle it like when the clock struck nine.
I would work on myself day and night and dream again.
Dreaming of the Sparks of beauty that lies ahead instead of the bomb-like nightmares.
I would show the world that this is just the beginning and not the end.
And watch up the one who broke me first, my ex-boyfriend.
Yes! I'll walk beside him, side by side.
Like a model from my own end.
Of course, I'm no one's heroine,
But to myself, I'll be a queen.
A queen no one holds and controls.
A queen my parents wanted me to be.
Like a fool realizing it's mistakes, I would rise again.
I know I'll sound crazy and send some insane.
But, as it is, nothing lasts forever.
Pride and wealth, all perish in this world. But at least, I'll build myself.
Like rainbow after rainfall I'll rise again.
Like a dead tree plant, I'll dream again.
Not for jealousy or revenge.
But to make myself happy again, from my own edge.
It it, I'll buy the whole sky,
And paint it in pastel colours.
No one would ask me why.
And even if my last lover comes for a payback,
I'll give the whole sky to dive in, with interest.
For I am a bird with dreams of no limit.
I won't only dream, I'll live my life and lead it!
© Madinah_Writes
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