They were only meant for lovers
Believers who live in another's shoe
Doers who didn't ask for their due
But isn't everything stagnant here
Yearning and doubts laden tears
Gently drifting towards dullness
Even the air refuses to change
Mold in dark corners and our words
Meaningless like the unwritten letters
Haunting the same spaces of our mind
All living things in this home that are dying
Old overlooked stones unable to budge
Seen all seasons like forgotten drudges
The love songs we thought we knew
Were only meant for lovers who were true.
