Perception

Our mundane becomes history
And the things we cherish
Are long forgotten.
In a decade, or two,
When you stare at
The fine lines and wrinkles
That mar your skin,
The photographs
That line your walls
Shall stare at you.
They will be but faded memories
Waiting for you to remember
The person you used to be.
Your laugh will echo around you,
While you frown
At your stretched skin.
And your tears shall cry for you,
When they see you cry
For your beauty long lost.
The grey in your hair,
A mark of your struggles,
Shall seem ever more ugly
When you try to hide it
Behind artificial colors.
And what is a life lived,
When it is a life full of regrets?
Let those photographs
Be not mere memories,
Let them be feelings and emotions
Frozen in time.
Let not those wrinkles and fine lines
Be your demons,
Let them set you free
From the shackles
Around your feet.
Let not those grey streaks
Seem like blemishes,
Make them your strength,
A sign of your survival.
And that is a life lived,
A life lived, but never forgotten.

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One last time.

What would you say if I promised I’m the same?
Would you love me for one last time?
I won’t complain, I won’t whine,
Just like those old days.

Those shadows have returned to haunt me,
And I’m back to being my vulnerable self.
So, tell me what would you say if I promised I’m back?
Would you love me for one last time?

Around every corner that I turn,
I see those familiar silhouettes leaning against the grimy walls.
I feel the fear creep in.
And then comes the harsh laughter like a kick to my gut.

What would you say if I promised I haven’t changed?
Would you love me for one last time?
Hold me in your arms, whisper sweet-nothings,
Just like those old days.

Maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks, maybe not.
Maybe it’s just the fear making me move, maybe not.
So, tell me what would you say if I promised I need you?
Would you love me for one last time?

The clock is ticking away,
The walls are closing in.
Seeing things through a knotted rope,
The world seems different, it looks new.

What would you say if I promised I’ll go away?
Would you love me for one last time?
Look at me in that special way,
Just like those old days.

What would you say if I promised I’m the same?
I want you to love me for one last time.
One last day.
Take me away.