I will always be
the man I used to be,
ever-changing;
Forever free.
I will always be
laying under Summer’s tree,
awaiting;
Autumn’s breeze.
I will always be
in your arms and in your dreams,
while far away I am;
Alone in my screams.
I will always be
the man who stared at graves,
ready to walk the paths
that my little, black, heart paves.
I will always be
the man who crept into your heart,
and faded into anonymity,
into, the cold dead dark.
I will always be
the one you never knew;
I will never be your friend;
Unbroken part of you.
I will always be
the man I used to be,
ever-changing;
Never! free.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
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