tears of truth
ironed out off my face
questions I asked
you took for granted
cracks of lies and deceits
are but daggers
that diced me in pieces
I wish I can change
and turn around
looking for easy way out
never crossed my mind
neither have I ever thought
about running away
when love finds me
here in your arms
but now I know I am not
who I have become
a brusque and sullen
subdued by the wind
I am but a willow
with no strength
shifting whichever way
I am lured in
those memories we have woven
will they, too,
perhaps be expunged
when my mind succumbs
and fall to dysfunction?
oh I longed for time to end
and time will take me back
to wherever I came from...

dust to dust.