Tell me not, it isn’t worth fighting for. Take me as I am because I am someone worth fighting for. Tell me not, it isn’t worth fighting for. Take me as I am because I am someone worth fighting for.
Tell me please, it is worth fighting for. Take me as I am because everything I did was for you. Tell me please, it is worth fighting for. Take me as I am because all of me is for you.
There is Love thus it is worth fighting for, Undying beliefs shall withstand through all falls. There is Hope thus it is worth fighting for, Silence speaks the possibilities even in the darkness where all is unseen.
With different measurements,
In various interpretations.
Some search while others seek,
No one quite knew precisely the method to it.
Never a noun but a verb,
Never a moment but eternal.
One thing for sure is that it can be recognised,
Regardless of how one denies or hides.
I no longer search or seek,
I choose to create or make.
Neither failures nor successes associate with it,
It is always what’s left within that defines.
Many said that time changes them thus causing them to fall out of love,
Most claimed that it is an open feeling.
Yet the truth was,
If time can cause one to change,
If anything or everything will have them change,
It was never truly Love in the beginning.
It was merely a feeling that is near to Love itself.
It is unmovable,
It is obvious,
It never changes but grows.
Growing brings changes, but it will never change the original shape of Love itself,
It is perhaps best defined as how to flow in verb form,
We are as water, and how we flow in life is exactly how we Love.
Another series of pair lasting seven days, The diagnosis left me with dropped jaws and big eyes in daze. My hands was held in warmth by physician on that day, She told me it is time I need to know what's at bay.
Awkwardly I tried to shy away, Keeping my composure I smiled and nodded my head. I admit I have to carry on just as I promised and reminded myself every single day, What I was not anticipating was someone I barely know told me gently to my face.
I knew my condition two years ago, Many probably guessed I was fighting alone. No one knew though how or why I chose the solitude path to roam, To come clean, I was actually trying to freeze time in my space alone; Afraid to lose memories thus I need to have formal goodbyes with them on my own.
Fingers on the switch button, I fought hard for lights to resume. My body turned too heavy with mist eyes, It seems that my blood was consumed.
Half the time feelings and actions collide, Giving birth to paths for dreams that's beyond my sight. I tried various ways to follow what many had said to walk through from the outside, I didn't know it doesn't work for me from the inside.
In peacefulness I close my eyes, Allowing tears to shed all afflictions felt with all my might. Slightest movement of tears in brilliance witnessing all ugly bribes, My pride saved me in those fights.