When it’s put simply,I’m overcome with bewilderment.The life my mouth has crippledis so unjustly mourned by my heartyou’d think I was never a child..!
If I can meet you in a dreamand there we bask,lovers parade; aren’t burntWhy,Why then out a dreamwe can only baskwhen potential of burningis patrolled by intentions realm?!
I was to you,what you weren’t to me.You were to me,what I wasn’t to you. We were to each other,what we weren’t to each other. Ah, the clouds are about to part.
Behind your lovelived a youthat wouldn’t embracethe me before my love. Behind my lovelived a methat wouldn’t brazenly cherishthe you before your love. Unintentionally,we were cheating…
What hope does,is it brings you a flicker;and seconds away fromthat deciding moment, itburns to its full might andyou’re alight too;vibrate from the incite.Then the moment pass,as quickly the commotionis quiet.You look around,to be sure nothing was imagined;and there’s no ashesto suggest it had woken your spirit,it had ever flickered;you’re left bewildered.
If you are home, can I paint you immovable? Tell me how, when you’re always reluctant. If you are mine, how about you say my name. This here, my impression Doesn’t it remind you of something? If you are true, why not face the sun? When last did you laugh, I can’t remember the song.Continue reading “Bystander”
Writing… Let’s me borrow from my conscious.
Barren never knew coolnessof the wind after softspoken rainhas left a whisper.That night only moonlight missingyet content with candlelight.Let them say thenfulfillment cannot be found by broken. Come to my country in November.
Pretend always exudes perfection. Here, try me; try pinching my cheek,your fingers won’t know a smearand my cheek won’t know a mark.I could be a doll,if not for that wince…That time I almost caught it,but missed by a blink.Pity…
Beauty a timid lie._ caught…