Luna & Sun

Why do you hate me for one single lie?

Why do you question me for something I didn’t intend?

Why do you tell me it’s always my fault?

Why do you ask me things I don’t even know?

Why do you accuse me of things I never did?

Why are you always suspicious of everything I do?

These are the questions I could never find answers..

These are the questions I would ponder on for ever

These are the questions you could never answer me

These are the questions that remain in my mind

These are the questions I cannot bear to ask you

These are the questions I cannot touch

these are the questions that involve people in your past;

and I have no answers to them… for I never belonged in your past.

Forever will these questions linger in my mind

Until forgotten will they ever be.

That picture in your wallet… is living … is breathing… and that I cannot deny.

That picture in your wallet.

It’s as vivid as it can get.

When I think about it, I wonder when will be the time I’ll forget about it… when will be the time when it will mean absolutely nothing to me… when will be the time that it will just be a mere picture of someone I don’t know.

I wish we…I wish I could go back to the time when I see you as my best friend rather than lovers fighting…the time when we could just laugh at petty fights the next second… the time when these doubts were just my imagination… and the time when I could close my eyes without seeing that picture in your wallet.

I wouldn’t wish to replace that picture in your wallet.

Nor would I impose to replace her in your heart for me. never.

I’m not hoping to replace that harlequin girl in your life because that’s very demeaning for my part. It won’t do me justice. Who is she to rain on my parade… who are you to believe that I will oblige to replace that thing…that picture in your wallet.

Ask me once, and I’ll say no.

Ask me twice, I’ll think about it.

Ask me thrice and you’re going nowhere.

If you could see what’s inside of me, then you’d know, I would never wish to be that picture in your wallet. You tell me you wish you could turn back time. You tell me you wish you could ease my mind, and probably you hope too, that I would understand. But that’s not happening.

If we all just keep on wishing, if we all just keep on hoping… then nothing would ever happen in this world we call reality.