Unfelt

When words were just my better half, I had no fear to have a laugh. I wrote the lines of your grace, I drove your soul by my mace.. You left me by the fallen dune And songs of mine were just a tune.. The solemn teasing of desire I had burnt by the fire… I saw you, amidst the train, again Prophet beauty, she, had slain; You loved her, more than love She was your gift from above.. I mourned over your wounded soul I told you of my own patrol, We smiled, we cried, together felt, The rush for passion and death of guilt; I thought of you, you thought me Like the thoughts were used to be.. But Maybe a Man, you are the best ‘Gullible fool!’, you’re just a guest, In my world; Such a shame You are nothing, but a name! Blind you were, when we were close So, I loved the thorns, not the rose: The bird in me had told me so “Spread your wings, and just let go..”