Cliche!

Cliche!

I’m searching for a new meaning
beyond your visible living
In the name of love,
lot has been entrusted,
In the name of love,
lot has been done
and a lot has been wasted.

Beyond the emptiness,
beyond the silence
I hope to reach a place,
where your presence will not be felt
where your existence will not bother me
where your life will never intersect mine
where we become more than just independent.

I always thought you to be the special one
one, who swept the ground off my feet
one, who made my heart skip its multiple beats
one, who gave a new meaning to my life
one, who taught me, it’s good to have hope.

But, a lot has been done in the name of love
let’s not add another reason to everything that we’re not.