Did it feed your ego...
When your kingdom was my world
And your arms were my home?
Teaching me shapes and colours and language
Only you and I could understand.
Making magic and music and arts only us could ever learn.
But it felt like a rented home.
A kingdom without a fireplace.
And outside was the only place I found where I could lose myself from the cold.
Did it hurt your ego now...
Now that I don't need your help?
Now that you are desperate proving yourself?
Now that you are helpless proving your worth...
To me.
I could only speak the language with you.
But I've learned to talk to others even though not the same with you.
I can see black and white and gray
Not the same colours you taught me
But they are still colours, the same.
I am fine.
When all of the fools who think they're wise,
Would try to fool the real wise,
They only harm their own.
Making my scars more calloused
I don't feel them anymore...
Unaffected.
We created lots of memories
Without a story.
Somewhere all along we lost the magic of making stories.
Stories of love yet untold.
Blended with pain and chaos.
Somewhere all along.
We die unrequited and unknown.