What Days Look Like?

On some days, I would find myself in endless, hopeless, lovelorn sighs.

On some days, I would find myself in muted lies.

On some days, you would be the silence I sought.

On some days, you would be the battles I fought.

On some days, I would cry, over nothing so wise.

On some days, I would cry, but tears won’t escape my eyes.

On some days, I would be akin to light.

On some days, darkness would blind my sight.




On some days, I would give up on life.

On some days, I would think again to strive.

On some days, I would pick up my favorite tune again.

On some days, I would dial your number again.

On some days, I would realize love comes in all shapes.

On some days, I would realize pink isn’t the only gay shade.

On some days, I would reconsider.

On some days, I would forget to remember.

On some days, betrayal would knock.

On some days, love would also come, in froths and flocks.

On some days, I would wake up late.

On some days, I would dress up in haste.

On some days, when I will push instead of pull;

On some days, when my mind will wander off and heart will rule;

On some days, when I will love the moon;

On some days, when I will count stars, and galaxies, and constellations;

On those days, I would come out of the bed,

And gaze,

And roam,

And soar,

And break coffee mugs,

And paint the washroom floor red,

On those days, I won’t be dead.




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