Lose your love, but not hope.

And I lost one more time in love,

Why do I even try?

I knew this time it wasn't meant to be,

But still I cried for him to stay where I wanted him to be.

It was all perfect from the beginning,

I ask, why does it had to end like this?

I cry for him and his love in front of you,

I say his name every now and then, and the other way through.

Wasn't someone there for me too?

I believe, he was the one to hold me tight,

I believe, he was the one to make me laugh until I die.

I believe and I believed, he was the one...

To make me feel alive.

I had to let him go, cause it wasn't the time to hold.

I had to say goodbye, cause there wasn't any way for us to say hi.

I had to make him sad, which anyway makes me mad.

But truely, I cherish him for being there for me,

Even when my last shine was almost covered with darkness,

He was the one to make me feel and pushed me to breathe.

I feel sad cause I know this is the end for us,

But happiness is, there is a new beginning waiting for him,

To rise and see the other side of the world.

Was black mine?

Is Black my new red?

Or its just darkness that I shred?

Have I ever been so numb?

 I couldn’t react when it was actually getting red!!

Dancing emotions led my sorrow

Full moon or the clouds which I followed?

Have I ever been so depressed?

Or its just my anger over my broken chest?!!

Everything is black but why not pink?

I like pink but it seem faded.

The colours raced out of my life

Faster than the rabbit beats tortoise.

Am I in depression or it’s just the colour black?

Is it the way I see the world or it always has.?

Questions are there but find me an answer

To erase my thoughts, to show  me the light

And I know that it is just not right..

So I might need to close my eyes,

As deep inside I know the Sun still shines so bright.!!

Lead  me to a brighter path and show me the colours

It is never too late to see the pink fade

Might turn out to be some other colour of my life..

Maybe black wasn’t the black which I made my choice.

But the choice I am making may turn my black into red,

Because it is never too late to see the morning shine

Always make a way through this lonely side of mine

Through the darkness there is always a sun which always shines

I had my moonlight and my sunshine,

Maybe it was the time to check what actually is mine

And soon I figured out that black wasn’t ever mine.