You, Me and the monster
I
gaze out of the window,
I
look at the moving street,
I
struggle through the passing movers,
But,
I find him only in the mirror.
He,
who is the ocean of innocence,
or may be trying hard to hold it long.
I
try asking him the same question,
but
his wits to drift them are too strong.
O
Monster, what made you to come out last night?
O
Monster, why did you make "You and Me" fight?
With
You, O monster, I am the other side of "Me",
but
with "you", my lover, I can always be "Me".
I
know what takes you back, O monster.
It's tears of my beloved,
But,
they are too precious to be sold,
under the deals of our tricked arguments.
No
negotiations, we need in our love,
Never
libidinous can be the spirit of our love,
Though
they both touches you at times,
O
monster, why aren't you afraid of any crime?
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