You are currently the author of my pain.
Everything I did for you is now in vain.
How do I keep myself from going insane?
When all my thoughts are anchored to you with a chain.
I think I have gone way too far,
to where I found myself on Mars.
How can I hide all these of scars?
when the universe paints you through stars
Condemned by your false accusations
Still loved you without hesitations.
All I feel now is hopeless paralyzations.
How do I move on without your inspirations?
My tongue still dances behind my lips for you.
I will jump, skip, from this like a rat kangaroo.
Your love was a poison that almost broken through
Making mind and heart came together to say: “Who?”
Looking at my future through pessimistic eyes,
Telling me that I was your Nobel Peace Prize.
You and I’s love were once called allies.
For though are only tolled in silent cries.
Your golden wings of airling were a lure.
Eradication of my heart I couldn’t endure.
Will retreat to lands where the angels soar.
The name of you will be pronounced no more.
Categories:
airling, angel, anger, art, boyfriend,
Form: Rhyme
Oh how fine it might be,
But for a day or two,
To be an airling again;
Clean of conscience
Innocent of what hurts
I may have caused,
For I'd never yet then
Intended any of them.
Age is wisdom, true.
But it's also a tapestry of little guilts,
Amid still smaller expiations.
Categories:
airling, childhood, introspection, life, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse