Streaming in perennial cycles
The potential vows I often pledge,
I flush out when he's not around
But has never been acknowledged.
The frustrated tears of patience
Neither to him, I'm acknowledging
That often, I hide behind my eyes
When he asks how I am doing.
I claim my right on his every hour
Alas! nowhere but only in dreams
And how follows him my spy eyes
I will never acknowledge it to him.
The red hint that glows my cheeks
Finding his concerned hands warm
How will I be able to acknowledge
Placed gently on my unaware arm?
He splatters the acidic drops of oblivion
So, why should I ever acknowledge him?
The strange fever I've mysteriously caught
And why before him, my legs are limp?
Why I weave poetries in his memory
With the bleeding ink of my heart?
I have never acknowledged it to him
That he owns every number of my watch.
But naive this little heart of mine
Couldn't grasp a hint of the knowledge
That not even the slightest breath I own
He knows I don't need to acknowledge.