Even though you cut off the finely woven words of our communication
Even though you sank the ship that once had us aboard
Even though you coldheartedly drew out the map of the miles between us
Even though the hearts lost beats and stopped synchronising
But still, memories of you linger in my brain
Setting my soul on fire
And sending warm shivers down my spine
Maybe I'm hypnotised
Or rather beguiled
But whatever the case
You'd forever be in my happenings.
© Chaste
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 4:25 AM UTC
If it's to write
I'd write so much
My ink would be a river
Flowing under your fluffy feet
If it's to sing
I'd sing so much
My mellifluous voice
Would bring about a melody
Putting soothes to your aching heart.
If it's to dance
I'd dance so much
You'd be entranced
By the swing of my jingling waist beads.
And even if it's to sleep
I'd sleep so much
To see you, my beloved
In my wonderland
Where we can wander
In the garden of wondrous flowers
And fall asleep
Under the luminous moonlight.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
I walk down this lane
The narrow path of this lush dry land
Where our resources avail us not nor our destiny.
For every night we fight
And every morn we mourn
From the torment of the hands above,
Hammering our vision and barricading our success.
O Compatriots!
It is time
To live our time
For our armour of clamour is outworn.
Raise the sword of freedom
And cut loose this *******
That has enslaved us.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 9:21 AM UTC