Every time I remember you, I say thank you. Wishing you could come up to me and say, “I pranked you.”
Blushing cheeks, shy silhouette, you mesmerize me. Straight hair, middle parting, you hypnotize me. Shimmering eyes, melting smile, all of them synchronizing. Hurt you badly, never meant to. Don’t despise me.
I endeared you more than life itself. I illed at the thought of you, cried myself to bed. What have I done? I can’t wash this blood off my hands! Macbeth’s restless endless nights. Broke your heart more than once, all over godforsaken stupid fights.
What a young, stupid fool I was. To miss my chance to trim the golden fleece’s winning purse! To go back home with a bride to be, as radiant as the shining sunlight binding me!
I’m a master of the art of pursuing truth With pondering as my weapon And thoughts as my crutch Owning no fields of expertise or talent as such I’m a man, selfish and conditional But scrutinizing as I may be with myself and unfair or unjust I’m the truest of the true And truth is what I trust