30/09/2024
Noble Excuse
π·π π
I crafted a neat lie
Made it my excuse
To forget you, to hate you?
Awwe no, I do not dare to
How noble our justification was for this matter, so was our rebellion and our resolution too
You managed to convince me of things we must be; of the things I must beβ
How fancy isn't it?
We do not see things eye to eye
Yet we listen as we speak our language articulately
I like that you disagree with me
And still, you are right.
Yet of course, I too, is right.
Good thing we can be wrong sometimes
Oh excuse my sentimental mind
I lost my ability to be understood
Anyway, I intend not to
I'd rather leave it to your own understanding
Don't bother, I understand us
more than you might think
No judgement, even in my silence
Faith more than feelings
Priority over passion
Our conversations are poems to me
From beginning to this might endβ
I love us.
