THEY SAY

They say, “Be betrayed once, get your heart broken,
For once, let your screams, make you awoken,
Then you will know why we smoke the night away,
Then, ask us why we drink all through the day.”

They say, “Just once, be left all alone,
Oh once, find yourself in the depressed zone,
Stand abandoned in an over-crowded street,
a place where you feel no cold, and no heat.”

And so, quietly, I wait for that day to come,
the day when all of my senses go numb,
the day when tears just mix with the rain,
I’m filled with heartbreak, hurt and pain

The day comes, soon enough, when I feel it too,
Unsurprisingly, the same things I want to do,
But I will get past it, convincingly I smile,
Sure, I realise, it will take me a long while.

Wounds only heal when kept uncovered,
Scars appear, only once you have suffered,
And pain, oh pain, demands to be felt,
You can’t run away from the cards you are dealt

One day, the moon goes down, I see the sun rise,
Its sharp, blinding rays, burn all the binding ties,
I find myself walking back up to "they",
With new-found confidence, to show them the way.

AN ODE TO MER-DER

A night of drinking, an awkward morning-after,

You were nothing, but a pretty-boy fling,

I was attracted to your carefree laughter,

But not looking for an attached string

Then, I came across you at my new job,

Looking like the dreamy lead of a boy band,

You stopped me, and locked the door knob,

I wondered, “Where in the World did I land?”

But a few uneventful weeks down the line,

My road of life took an unexpected turn,

“Pick Me”, I found myself begging you to be mine,

And broken-hearted, I saw the damn bridge burn.

Then as a few more months went passing by,

When you and I could no longer stay away,

And commitment phobia had to say goodbye,

“Yes” to our dream house I got you to say.

I never dreamt of a fancy church wedding,

What mattered most was our sacred promise,

So with the post-it marriage and a simple ring,

We sealed our vows with a magical kiss

As always, life wasn’t a bed full of roses,

We couldn’t throw away each prickly thorn,

But with baby Zola and our family poses,

A set of adopted parents had been born

Recorded inside the flat screen television,

Scripted romance became relationship goals,

As admiring fans, their love story envision,

And Mer and Der touched countless souls.