When the Spark Isn’t There Anymore

Seems like all the used-to-be’s are slowly fading away
Like how the marvelous magic had worn off slowly
When the green leaves in the park had turned brown
When both our happy faces turned into a frown…


Now that the ink of my pen is almost empty
Now that my notepad’s running low
Now that the sky has turned to grey,
Now that the daylight has started to go...


The once bright red carpet is now brunette in color,
The vibrant yellow walls are now of beige cover
The durable and well-polished furniture now shows aging
The plants in the garden had now stopped growing.


The enthusiasm is now as rare as diamonds
Everything we have is now close to vagabonds
Having you around is no longer a cure
Anything about us now seems so obscure.


If there is come, there is go
If the door is closed, use the window
When you see it coming, hug it like a pillow
When you feel it drifting, push it with a bellow.


What’s the use of holding on
When all the time we both feel alone,
When there’s no more warmth in your touch,
When the sparkle in your eyes isn’t that much?


“Goodbye” might be a hard word to say
But I’d rather say it than make you stay
I’d rather cherish our good times together
Than cling on the past then lose you forever.

When the spark isn’t there anymore,
There’s no more point in faking interests
There’s no more room for pointless arguments
With spark gone, nothing else matters anymore.