What I Said Or Did

Poem By Matur Achuil

If I could unsay what I said
If I could undo what I did
I swear I would
For if what I said was hot enough
To evaporate that godly-smile I saw
On your angelic face
Then I guess I should have thrust it
Down my gullet
I know a word is like a bullet
Coz once out you won't get hold of it
Before it harms the target
Even if you chase it with a fighter jet

I am in downtown in a noisy crowd
But it is like I am on a lifeless planet
There is pin-drop silence in my tiny world of thoughts
It is like everyone and everything is avoiding me
Because everyone and everything is mad at me
Because I pushed too far the best friend I ever had
The person I can go to feeling emotionally weakened
And leave feeling emotionally strengthened
Can you imagine even that guy in the mirror
Wants to rip off my face with slap!
And everything in my room seconded him with a clap!

I am not a comedian
But if what I said or did
Masked the bright sunshine
That I saw on your cute face
Then I will be Tom or Jerry
And I will do anything to re-ignite that sunshine
For it is worth all the worldly gold and diamond combined

I am fully aware of one thing
I have no voice to sing
But if what I said or did
Drove away sleep from your eyes
Then like Auwaau the bird
My heart out I will sing
A lullaby for you I will sing

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