The zone I am quite familiar with,
The pinch of anguish,
The tone of fervent prayers,
Those restless days and sleepless nights.
Tables turned am back to square one.
There I go again…
Off to this tormenting avenue,
I know much of the place,
The bumpy roads,
The driveways and alleys,
The lanes and streets,
And the end of it.
I dwell not on its pain…
But the bitter taste and
Sickening scent of falling
Slowly driving me insane.
Those butterflies in my stomach
Even science cannot explain.
How does it feel to be friendzoned?
Oh! It’s like drowning in your own dream
That knock of death of an uninvited guest
The thrill it gets when secrets laid bare
Whose mess is this?
When it’s a love I can’t have.