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My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss,
The softness of your voice soothes my abyss.
My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry.
My soul torn apart wondering to know why.
Wrong thoughts, so cruel wait the fear to tape
The terrors of love to give them a new shape.
And my loneliness is a shadowy yard
When to sink my reality it's so hard.
In murky ponds of suffocating tadpole
I jag my edges tearing my sad soul,
Which once is tied with bleeding strips to yours
Will twist my fate with the flick of my gray hours.
I wait my hope which will never come to be.
This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee.
I'm clinging to the past where I want to hide
That part of me that is still alive inside.
While I wait the ocean waves to wash my soul
Big storms can rise up from the horns of your hole.
Much more confused on how to think or feel,
I talk, I dream and I am your balance wheel.
I can live with death while love is a wasteland
When the end comes around against my soul's gland
As showy as the white chalk on a blackboard
And I could lose my way but I pray to Lord.
I wonder if I will feel your love again
Even I accept my resignation's chain
Like an inner sorrow coming on my lip,
Like a song of my flute for my ocean's sleep,
Like a fire fathom scratching my blue rain,
Like a wish to taste you when I strive in vain,
Like a deep taste you place on my rudest wish,
Or like the wish you place on my thinking swish.
Floating are your words rain for my misty cloud,
You can still hang out with my feelings crowd.
When I'm dressed in white masking a selfless gray,
I have my honest smile and nothing to say.
Crops from your soul break the reason of my thought
And break my soul because I love you a lot.
Your body's heat cannot hit my soul's weeps
'Cause my pure thoughts are crowned with white wisps.
You defy my body's weep because it's chaste
And I don't understand what you need to taste.
I'm tired of you, I live with divine things.
I may see your sorrow is rose with black wings.
With your betrayal my love is wont to flow
And I know that your feelings will never glow.
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Lonesome indeed am i in this cell
As I remembered how my life turned from heaven to hell
She was my wife;
Was she beautiful... was she adorable... so noble
But how quickly it all changed and fell.
Venice is where I met her,
The ring, the promise all i remember
She was my wife;
was she lovable... was she perfect.. in every prospect
But nor was i aware what she would deliver.
ED was my friend; that was in fact his pretence
Little did i know that he was a back stabber in my absence
She was my wife;
Was she graceful... was she attractive.. so festive
And not a sniff of betrayal did i sense.
AND
Half past eight the usual time i arrive
Merry was i like a bee returning to its hive
And there was my wife;
Was she frightened... was she troubled.. and she mumbled
Crying was she as the clock struck five.
Troubled... I looked... and there was he
My friend.. my foe.. and couldn't i believe what i see
She was my wife;
Was she at all? Was she the right call? Damn you all!
When every angel was fast asleep.. demons within controlled the scene.
Ed and my wife lay there passive
Murder is unpardonable... a crime so massive
Dead was my wife;
Was she disgraceful... was she vain.. so insane;
The result was so destructive.
Love is a great feeling - Only if you start not playing
Vain was she - Ed too as it was he
AND
He was my friend - later was my foe
Treason was better - The ending was so low
Death was inevitable - as they broke the sacred lore.
( this is my first poem so please comment about it... so that i can improve )
Thank you..
You left your sickness rotting on my tongue
But it seems your betrayal has only begun
Infected, my throat lets no word pass their lips
Your sickness has become a total eclipse
Brittle, my tongue slowly begins to decay
Broken, my feet still dance your ballet
Made low by the sickness within your soul
You leave me with no virtues to extol
Condemned like a house my roof to cave
A grain of sand on shore eroded by the wave
Fractured, my fingers still beg me to speak
Blinded, my eyes hide and forget to seek.
Silence like a cancer it cankers my voice
And as it grows I am left with no choice.
You left your sickness to rot on my tongue
Terminal, the cancer for one so young.