THE FLAVOUR OF LIFE 2

when u say thank you..
for some reason it hurts..
like a magic spell that doesn't
get undone even after the goodbye..
a hint of bitterness..
the flavour of life..

stuck midpoint between friends and lovers..
like an unriped fruit dreaming about the day of harvest..
bcz of being unable to just move one more step forward..
what's causing this frustration..?

sweet talk and tasteless conversations..
it sparks no interest in me..
even when things do not go the way u want..
it doesn't mean that u've thrown ur life away..

when asked what's wrong?
i answer ' nothing'..
the smile that dissappear after goodbye..
its unlike me..

the more i wish to believe in u..
for some reason it hurts even more..
' i like u a lot' instead of ' i luv u' sounds more like u..
the flavour of life..

the period when u suddenly remember the scent of someone
u had almost forgotten..
i want to be able to be open and honestly cherish the white purity
of the falling snow more..
a future tender and warmer than a diamond
i want to grasp it
in this limited time we have
i want to spent it with u..