Maybe I'm Loving, True, Maybe a Leaving Disguise

I would willingly breathe my lungs out to keep you alive...

But would you go away after digging me in land, or will you strive...?

I would put out the fight you have been through,

Bearing all the bruises on my back...!

But would you come to bandage my wounded back...?

I'll happily give up on the jovials of my life to see you smile...

But would you ever really care to open back my leftover despair file...?

I swear I'll walk along all the harsh roads with you...

But would you leave me alone after it was I and you...?

My mum warned me not to be too good...

She told me people got the heart of wood...

Wouldn't care if I fell or I stood...

My care would dry out as fire in the wood...

I sometimes fear myself...

Really get terrified by the way I am...

Does it really steal my breath just to heal someone else...?

To the world, am I really a broken, ashed piece of wood — or a gem...???

Written by: Eiman Asif (E.A)