Crumbles

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Those dreamy words,I never believed in them..

Yet I really wanted to live,in that small house of yours with your parents for the rest of my life..

No apartment building,no government quarters,nothing tempted me like that..

That house in village where your parents live..

Foolishly calling your mother,that day,the young woman dreamt her future..

But she forgot to see,that you were a chaser,of dreams..

Building a net of lies to make it your landing ground,you jumped quite hard..

Why is it hard,to accept that we can have a peaceful life,a quite family..

Even after everything you had gone through..

And here it is,all in crumbles,as I watch,tired,of faking it..

Where all I wish for sometime,someone to lean on to,without judgement and worries

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