Today I was in a guessing game mood. I pulled out my notebook and just scratched some guessing thoughts onto the paper. So, guess what?
You stumble into me and rise in some kind of betraying poses.
You are treacherous and constantly changing form and you misplace me into someone else’s fortune.
I love you with all my miserable self who has taken too many hits and has too many scars.
I listen to your pain but I only identify myself into your happiness.
I hate it when you speak to me but I adore you when you surround me with the marvels of your silence.
I hide from your path but I chase your healing hands so that they could cure me.
You are the guessing game of many but a certainty to me.
You belong to me but still, time often denies me your presence.
What are you?