What am I?
Am I just a rock
that was hard to pile?
What am I?
Am I a trampoline
that pushes you up when you've fallen down from the sky?
What am I?
Am I a soft cushion that embraces you from the darkness
while I suffer the sight of seeing you with someone else?
Tell me,
I want to know.
What am I to you?
A rock?
A trampoline?
A soft cushion?
Or
Am I just that someone
in your life that can melt like an ice cream
and not be bothered to be wiped off with a tender tissue?
Am I someone,
Am I that someone
Whose not worth another glance?
You gave me the ice cream
I questioned you
But
You only looked back at me
with a blank stare that only reflect
the melting ice cream.
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