A Giraffe Lost For Words

By Gaurav Parab

As I turn around to say, how do I say?

Do I use the words from a student’s essay

Or the rhymes inside a dead poet’s last paragraph

Rhymes like the spots on a random word like giraffe

All I have to say, is what I said

When you turned, and looked at our bed

It is unfair to judge me only for my words

A fearless goat directing a hundred shepherds

It is wrong to say, what you never said

But thought about it anyways, in your head

What did you really get out of it?

What did you sign up for, when I quit

Whispers ringing out loud and clear

Confusion's a Soldier leading a Brigadier

My greatest gift is perhaps what I took

A brilliant page in an unremarkable book

I loved you for who you are

The melody inside a broken guitar

But when I saw you change only for me

You know me, I agreed to disagree

I changed to save you

The one I loved

For if I loved, you would change

Like a Giraffe lost for words


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