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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