“You’re my no one, to be my known one,
You first have to be someone.”
His words echoed in my ears.
The secret tears, the hidden sorrow,
His shadow, that just disappeared.
The morning rays, the chosen ways,
Arose the feeling of flushing memories away,
With a closed fist, intense passion,
A desire to make him regret,
Gave me the reason to fall in love,
With I, me and myself.
Years passed by, I became known,
He came to meet me again,
“Dear, please be my someone,” he said.
In front of everyone I confessed,
“You were my everyone but today you’re my no one.”