Like the autumn breeze he touched my cheek
And Before I knew he disappeared
Into the wilderness he came from
Into the hearts of the many that held him in
He sang his heart and cried his soul out.
That's more than enough to be in love with him
For the lifetime he promises everyone.
I opened myself to let him in.
Little did I know he's that shooting star you only wish on
He would say he'll be gone and
So was he
All that he did was scar my soul.....
For the lifetime he promises everyone
As I read this in my 17 year old daughter's notebook. I was delighted. My daughter is an artist, she’s a poet. I also clearly saw why she has been skipping dinner these days. My little girl faced her first heartbreak. That night I took her food to her room. She refused to eat like she had been doing for the last four days. I didn't shout at her today, I kept it aside and held her hand. I knew she wanted to cry. And I wanted her to all she wanted. I asked her but she won't say anything. She insisted on me leaving her alone. These are the times I blame the Gods and curse them with all my might for taking my mother away when I was a girl. I didn’t learn the ‘how to’ and ‘what to’ do when your daughter falls apart in your arms. So I sat down beside her and asked her if he was a classmate. She looked up at me. Her eyes were wet. She hugged me and said "he lied to me mom. you were right. I won't let another man in my life ever again". She cried the night. So did I. More because I was the most helpless woman in the world right now.
And Before I knew he disappeared
Into the wilderness he came from
Into the hearts of the many that held him in
He sang his heart and cried his soul out.
That's more than enough to be in love with him
For the lifetime he promises everyone.
I opened myself to let him in.
Little did I know he's that shooting star you only wish on
He would say he'll be gone and
So was he
All that he did was scar my soul.....
For the lifetime he promises everyone
As I read this in my 17 year old daughter's notebook. I was delighted. My daughter is an artist, she’s a poet. I also clearly saw why she has been skipping dinner these days. My little girl faced her first heartbreak. That night I took her food to her room. She refused to eat like she had been doing for the last four days. I didn't shout at her today, I kept it aside and held her hand. I knew she wanted to cry. And I wanted her to all she wanted. I asked her but she won't say anything. She insisted on me leaving her alone. These are the times I blame the Gods and curse them with all my might for taking my mother away when I was a girl. I didn’t learn the ‘how to’ and ‘what to’ do when your daughter falls apart in your arms. So I sat down beside her and asked her if he was a classmate. She looked up at me. Her eyes were wet. She hugged me and said "he lied to me mom. you were right. I won't let another man in my life ever again". She cried the night. So did I. More because I was the most helpless woman in the world right now.
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