Shall I explore this land further?
Here,where disfigured feelings beckons,
And love makes me mockery faces ?
Where this fence I dwell
Continues to sing songs not deciphered?
My fake smile is all you see
Because we all know the
Tears are real, the smile’s not me.
Do we truely know whats inside of us?
That deep down we are nothing but,
our broken hearts and lost parts
Fallen glass and broken shards.
Alas,this smile you speak ,I deny existence?
Or perchance ours a testimony to selective processes?
Us?hell no! Was there an us?
It still remains to me a one man’s journey
Yes,things were broken,not like it matters,
It’s bound to mend,time does the magic.
You take me to the magic realm to kiss me
it’s there I realize there’s no spark, no light in the collide of our lips
just mindless, emotionless kissing
I could see it on your face
you didn’t stay the night as I earlier
and no longer wished you would
I collapse on the woodwork and watch as you shift in reverse.
Darling,Do Sparks and Oblivion coexist?
What magic then,in this facade we live,
Hence you forget,that your spittles glitter
Only at building castles in the air,
This Mary go round was fun as kids,
I am all grown,and gear must be changed
It’s is your wish,to cry over spilt milk.
Emptiness, calm and drenched in the sorrow of never fitting in is what embellishes me, an ornament of true, cruel sadness, undetected.
And yes, I don’t understand you, perhaps I don’t even want to, knowing what humans are like, I accepted my fate of being alone.
Hey, prithee!I am no tailor
That I know your fittings,
Life is contour of antagonising moments,
Understanding me,is an equation overly high
To breath and still live within your shallow head.
So yes,save yourself else it gets loose
It is my faith you embrace fate.
For i am but a body, carrying a thousand marks done by word , or these letters, in a cold
Desperate wishing to be normal at least for a day,
to not be alone and deserted, with no one left to talk but a silly pen,
a pocket watch which is about to stop ticking calmly, gently very soon.
An ember of light, triggers some emotions at rare occasions, which fade into nothingness as the day begins to face it’s end,m
So, what I am,
Is not what you are,
Because I am…