Everyday you profess
That despite all the mess
I look nothing less and
That you love me so dearly
But often I find
That your actions are blind,
Your words out of rhyme,
And it leaves my heart heavy
So i do want to know
You, in answer, should show
How far will it go
How far will your love take me
Will it warm me in winter?
Take me to a dander
In the fields, while you whisper
Again and again that you love me?
Will it lead me out west
A new, thrilling quest
As you lie on my breast
And sing a melody?
And if i took my own life
By noose or by knife
Will i see in the afterlife whether
Your words were spoken truly?
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
And as I love you every day,
Every day I let you go
Slowly, slowly, for you won't stay
Nothing does, and this I know.
I hold your hand, so small in mine
Always thinking of the coming days
When we fulfil the grand design
In which we both have parts to play
Will you be spending your years with me
Or leave me in a month or two
Either way, it's plain to see
You'll leave me never, until you do
For enough of life I've witnessed now
To know this to be pure and true
The best in life's but loaned to us
To be snatched away from me and you
So with every hello, I bid goodbye
In my heart, a most preventive stroke
And when you turn your back, I will sigh
Mended my heart before it even broke
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
I have to learn how to live
Without you, once again
To wake up to my own quiet mornings
And start my daily routine
Without the sound of your car engine in the background
I must get used to booking flights
With no one but me in mind
Not trying to adjust to your schedule;
To picking up my bags and quenching my lust for adventure
At my own pace
I should sing myself to sleep at night,
A lullaby of solitude
Gradually forgetting the sound of your breath
Syncing with mine as we enter dreamland
For everything is fleeting
Someday soon
You will fly away
And only the self remains
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
I told my mother I wanted to be an astronaut
And she smiled and said, "My sweet child,
If you go to space, you'd miss your years:
The laughter of your children,
The embrace of your beloved husband.
Better not waste your life amongst the stars
Once you are of marriageable age."
When I was nearing graduation
In the golden era, the high of the times
I wanted to venture out and learn more
For myself; I had dreams of becoming a hero,
A revolutionary mind, a change in the world.
Alas! My darling, he looked at me with love
And uttered, "But I will provide for you
And our children, in our pretty little house.
What of education, when you are
Of marriageable age?"
One time in a playground, watching
My young boy conquer the slide like a warrior
While carrying my newborn doll in my bejeweled arms,
My neighbor proclaimed, "Oh you are
The luckiest housewife in our neighborhood!
A rich and faithful husband and such
Beautiful children! How I wish
I were as favoured by fate as you were
When you were of marriageable age!"
And just today, while visiting nan
I sipped my afternoon tea, staring at the sunset
I recalled to her the missed opportunities
Of mine own personal growth
And she, rocking in her ancient chair,
She replied to me, "But what could you have done, my dear?
You were of marriageable age."
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:46 PM UTC