Why did you stay?
Why do you still stay?
Have you not burnt enough?
In the heat of my fire, my mood swings
Why I wonder every day…
Was it love that never died
take me to ports downhill
that meadow where we held hands
together for the first time
I lament and lament
and he said ” I would be unhappy if you are unhappy, be it together or far,”
Hence my commitment is not towards documents or social pressure
but you and just you…”
I write... 