All these rainy tears became pungent truths,
held in ancient fragments of dishonoured tunes.
Have I known your words were dazed?
I remembered you,
even in those ashes and flames,
in frozen blue, freezing my heart.
I remembered those pictures,
seeing you after thousand years —
yet not thousand, maybe months.
Yet I feel aged, knowing I never saw you.
Wish I could make okay, when will we meet?
Wish I could ask those lines,
please fly to me in place.
But now future became distorted,
so is pain, so is everything.
I am indeed distorted,
writing love through horrors,
writing peace through destruction.
The pain is forever.
Wish you were same,
now I wish you were that pain.
Do you know, the times
I tried to remember the time we met,
remembering the moments
we spent not together yet I felt that way.
I watched you, I let you know me —
even the worst part, I opened it to you,
so you will know what you accept.
It’s hard now, harder than before.
Waiting becomes chaos,
loving you became a weaker spot,
where death might clasp the heart
before even mind can collapse.
Be near me please, just a hug,
we hold just like you told.
I am indeed weak now,
I never knew I will be in this —
in a state of neither calmness nor horror.
Vintage or prime,
I am both now.