My Darling, The Drifter




My Darling, The Drifter

My Darling, why did you go to Rome?
“Oh Honey, didn’t you know I like to roam?”
But you do know now you have a home.
“I don’t understand why’d you have to moan.
Drifting makes loving so much easier to hone.”

My Darling, why’d you always have to go?
“I need to go where the wind wants to blow.”
Why, when you can guide the wind to your flow?
“There’s just so much the wind can show,
Let it be and it will help the pain to sow.”

My Darling, why’d you have to be so cruel?
“Oh honey, stop acting like a fool.”
I’m afraid you’re using me like a tool.
Why is it you have to act so cool?
“Because my heart is trying to fight the cold.”

My Darling, I’m sorry for my certainty
This ring on my finger had lead me to complacency
Please accept my humblest apology
My certainty had become my fallacy
I failed to remember the essence of our lovely-hood.

“Oh honey, you really should have known
That this is how the play would unfold
Your endless bickering had got the best of my soul
Your hand I no longer have the heart to hold
Your discrepancy has lead my hands to fold.”

 Written by: Putera Muhamad Ashraf

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