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Beyond? Or dangling in between?


Sometimes...
 its only about you...

Sometimes...
you let it be that way,
you let it be about you...

Sometimes...
I don't give a shit,
Infact I'm comfortable that way...

Coz,
Sometimes...
I was a coward, 
a prisoner of my own fears,
with shackles of complicated emotions around my wrist...

Sometimes...
I was just too afraid 
to strip myself down...
to be like you,
to pour my heart out

But now,
Its just not the same as it used to be

Now, 
Unlike the former me,
I want to be  you,
I want to experience narcissism...

I want it to be about me,
I want to be self-obsessed...
I want to be ego-centric.

And now the game starts,
of trust and understanding...
of friendship...
and loyalty...
and now, we'll witness, along with the countless others,
what exactly our thing was.

Were you the damsel in distress
and me your agony aunt?
Was our relationship merely that...
or was it just me who was holding back?

Is this change gonna be worthwhile?
Or I'm I going to learn the biggest lesson of my life?

Sometimes...
it doesn't have to be about you.
Sometimes...
and this is the time,
when I get to be you...
and you choose:
whether to step in my shoes...
or leave the path we chose together,
forever!

Comments

Koo said…
This is really nice :D
And your blog's looking super cute!
wow, very beautifully penned!!
I decided to not wink at the hot gal (guy) in the dark so here i go. Well written. Its important to love yourself before you can love anyone else. as long as you rnt crazy about urself u cant be that about anyone else. Its not narcissism. Its radical self love :-) Keep smiling !
Jeweliot said…
agree with 'what's in a name'

unless you love yourself, you can't love anyone else.
so enjoy your own company first..love yourself..admire things about yourself..

lovin the bloglook :>

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Thousif Raza said…
i love the emotion which is comeing out of it... its so hard and intense....you have a very differnt imagination... its creative.... lil simple but creative... :) good work :)


take care and keep writing...........
Dandelion said…
bollywoodstylediaries, MissTerious♥: thanx =]
Dandelion said…
Thousif Raza: i know i write very simply...i lack the talent of using a hell lotta adjectives...my grammatical skills are limited that way, if that's what you imply...and the subjects i choose are also, if not totally, then a lil shallow! i knw!
but thanx for the creativewaala comment =]
Dandelion said…
What's in a name:
but hasn't she already pointed out that the other one is always on about herself, to the point of craziness?
she wants her to realise that...and she wants to see if she would extend the same gesture towards her as she did all these years!
loving yourself is one thing, loving ONLY yourself, completely another!
this is the theme of my topic!
i know everyone understands the same words differently and i'm not trying to say that what you're saying is wrong...i'm merely stating what i read in those lines!
Dandelion said…
Jeweliot: I've explained my views in the above comment! hope those works for you too!
and thanx about the blog-look compliment! =]
Anish Patel said…
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Anish Patel said…
Lovely....
It happens with Girls normally after marriage... and may be in some BF-GF relationship too... male ego u know... but things r changing now I guess...

anyways, keep writing....

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