It`s when you don`t know what to say,
`Cause it`s quite novel to you as well.
It`s when you don`t know whom to say,
`Cause there was no one around when you fell.
It`s when you stuff the pillow into your mouth,
You don`t want the sounds to leave your larynx.
It`s when you grab the sheets, fisting hard
Apprehending that it would alleviate your enduring shiverings.
It`s when you want to be shadowed all the time,
The lights connote the presence you`d gravely armor.
It`s when even a niggling tickle on the door
Would suggest that some soul might have felt the tremor.
It`s when you don`t care about your leaking nose,
Pursuing optimism when there`s nothing else for you to see.
It`s when you fold yourself into an earthworm
Seeking aegis, your forehead touching your knee
It`s when you find your lips unable to utter a single word
But it seems to be the least of all concerns.
It`s when you start believing the fictitious poetic verses
Depicting the wordless pain and the timeless heart-burns.
It`s when your eyes start speaking for you,
Speaking only the truth and not what you want them to.
It`s when the streaming drops seem to be eternal
Enough to wash away the amassing pile of vibes off you.
It`s when you want to live and concurrently die
Hoping your soul to stay and coincidently depart.
It`s when you know how it feels to inanely carry
A heavy heart…
