DARK WITHIN

There’s a history of heartbreak
tucked in the creases of her eyes,
a museum of the moments, 
that she’d watched just pass by her
and each tear that escaped her, 
held the things she’d left unsaid.
So the words she’d never spoken,
stained her dampened cheeks instead.

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NIGHTINGALE OF SADNESS.



Karma,
providence,
fate,
You make me take away.
Am I wrong with every step,
excuse,
breath?
Tonight, in silence,
Inside, I was crying.

It’s going to take away,
love,
longing,
dreams,
greens,
and it breaks my heart,
as crystal,
the attack of sound.

I’m falling apart,
indescribable himself,
sorry that I can not save,
our hearts,
our love,
our dreams.

Everything is going against us,
star,
words,
thoughts
parts,
fragile our base of kisses,
withstood,
could not,
we smother it with a scream,
wrapped cry,
shatter rage.

And how to explain,
I love you and I dream about you,
looking restless,
your warm touch of love.

EMBRACE

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Pain, your name.
sex your weapon.
Our love your claim..

Lies a talent.
ignorance your hope.
Your kind of love is bent.
Your embrace a tree and a rope.

A kiss of poison,
Black widow art thee.
To hell you’ve been,
now you’ve come back for me.

THE REBIRTH.

 

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Two hearts seek a voice,
Through the clutter of choice.
Though discordant beats heightens,
And the music is not yet ripened.

They seek the master conductor,
With a maestro wield as instructor;
Who Makes harmony of warring tunes,
And From noise, a melody is pruned

Soon the voice did come,
Laced on sounds from the drums.
Bringing our feet to a stand,
Making a dance not planned. 

From chords that makes hearts beat,
And melodies that makes motion on seat.
Comes a rhythmic dance amid the chaos. 
And two souls are soothed, and made as us. 
.

#putMeDownOnPaper.

RESURRECTION.

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She gazed at him 
Searching his soul
through the window of sparkling blue eyes,
pondering whether to place her greatest treasure in him 
Is there empathy? Is there honesty? 
A trace of loyalty,
A kind gentle nature perhaps,
Doubt has been her friend for too long 
Not allowing trust to call upon

She looks at her delicate treasure 
It is bleeding and slowly losing life
How much time left? 
till it goes cold and numb,
till it generates no emotion, no feeling

Trapped in a dilemma
She wonders, if she can trust him, to place her treasure in his care,
to let him breath life back to it
or could this be the fatal blow,
the ultimate destruction of sanity

The kind innocent smile
radiating from across,
the plea for trust,
the gentle touch caressing her fingers,
produced the nutrients indispensable to her dying treasure 
slowly resurrecting it back

She felt the faint beat though it is still a long way from healing.

#putMeDownOnPaper.