Can We Try Again

 

Can We Try Again
~Miss A

You knew it better than me
I am blinded well by all the delight
But faith was not really my prepotent
And neither am I a slave to my left side
To the core I don’t know who controls
But now since it’s empty
A coffee brewed without sugar
Can we try again?

For I can’t ignore the drift
Sprouting from fathoms deep
Somewhere dark from abyss
Have me here, with you
I won’t question the synonyms
You summon from the world of emotions
I ain’t comfortable yet, am I sure?
Can we cry again?

I believed it was going all fine
Until I questioned, is it all fine
It is just nothing or it’s love
What, how, where? Is it safe?
You won’t realize what they do us here
They bury us, turn us into soil
Then they join hands and pray
Can we forget all that again?

How are you now?
How do you feel?
Is there a way I can know
Things that were never important
Consume crystallized sugar for flavor
Yet it tastes so bland.
Prize for success in loneliness is gaudy
Can we get that tempt again?

I don’t know, how it functions
Your will with your intellect
For I sure want to know
How you rest in peace
After breaking hearts
Like ice’s sheets
I was never that soft to melt anyways.
Can you smile again?

Would you just leave me like that…
I haven’t seen the fruits ripe yet
It’s just been a while,
Sounds like a lifetime
You seem different and distant
Like whatever there was, was a lie
So can we talk again?
Can we try again?


Comments

  1. Euphoria8 August 2021 at 09:46

    Cool ☀️

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  2. Whatever!!8 August 2021 at 09:52

    Idk why but I can totally relate myslef with the present situation from intial to the end... it's so Beautiful written bro🖤🖤

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    1. Aanchal C.8 August 2021 at 10:05

      I feel overwhelmed by your words 🖤🍀 Shi shiya

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  3. Atarax12 August 2021 at 13:40

    Can we try again? Eeeeediyot. Be back sooon.

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  4. Prateek Tiwari25 November 2021 at 16:39

    Wowwww��

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