pensive

I am not intended to have possession over you.

Boastfulness, which maybe have taken over me for a moment or few.

But, now all my possessiveness is gone just like my addiction,

Now I will speak no more, cause I am on a pension.

A pensive man has once said, not to cry for what's gone,

To move forward in search of a new dawn.

Though mind sometimes lost its way,

To make out something great it may take a couple of days.

Even to make something great, even Rome, a day

wasn't enough. So do I accept to regain you I must pay?

For that, I must pay, regain my sanity again.

Leaving behind opium and my crude pain.

You, like my ladylove, my deity, was absent so long.

Even that long that I have to borrow other's tongue

to speak. Now I need you, to write something meaningful.

I can't anymore bare, help me my muse. Don't be cruel.