By The Time My New Walk Begins

It surely would be a sweatful long tiring journey

to walk off my thoughtful love that was for the only he

But no one would be able to stop me

reaching those that I’m now fighting for, and smiling for

Not even you

Not even love

Not even you or as known as love

Not even you or to me was so-called life

Not even your warm cheerful smiles would bring me into doubt

Though I’m taking this very first walk woundly

Although again and again

I’m desperately yearning these sweet lethally laughters of yours

But not even those everlasting memories of ours could stuck me at the passing gate

Those surely I will pass through

Even with much unseen silent pains covered with fake joyful hours

I’ll struggle these heavy steps till the very end of the line

proving that I could be fine,

living on my own without, at all, your presence behind