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Susan Jacob Mar 2018
Numbers can't count the number of times
I look back to see if you are behind.
Words can’t word the love I have for you
can’t you see it in my eyes?
I must be a great success,
as I rise amidst my defeat to impress you.
Only if you looked at me with those caffeine intoxicated eyes,
only if you had shown the brownness of love,
I’d have been in love with you just the same,
Or maybe a bit more...
Susan Jacob Jan 2018
Streaks of your hair
left strokes of our memories.
Golden yellow morning light,
can't make me feel alright.
You buried your head
in the groove of my neck.
You whispered secrets and love,
made me lose my head.
A smile got wasted,
in the realization of reality
that our time was a dream wasted,
and we - pathetic dead lovers.
Susan Jacob Oct 2017
Sometimes you cry so much that u forget y u cried,
sometimes you talk too much that u forget where u started.

So dear one, I have learned to tug in my tears,
and not let 'em tear me apart.
I suppress my heart,
cuz if I open it, I'll be torn apart!
Susan Jacob Aug 2017
Brown leaves falling from brown trees
reflect how free the tree feels,
to let loose it’s brown leaves.

Leaves, they were green once,
lush green like the green that made parrots,
so green that, the leaves were thought to be evergreen.

Light danced off the leaf tops,
swirling and whirling, the music was so sick
so placid, they thought it would be non stop.

The symphony paused a day,
fright enveloped the tree,
emerald leaf showed patches of brown,
like the ashy clouds in the blue sky on a sad day.

Before time knew, the light brown went on to be dark brown,
it greyed like the greying hairs of a pantaloon,
it shrinked like the shrinking smiles of the old,
the green leaves of mine cringed and cracked.

The break was too hard,
the air of life did support the brown life,
gravity can't be defied and so it lies,
just there like a lost life.
Susan Jacob Aug 2017
We are paper people,
living in paper towns.
Crumbled, torn and thrown away.
The winds of a winding life
takes us hither and thither
and we so like paper -
thin, fragile and frail.
We float away with the wind
so far away that our end becomes inevitable.
Susan Jacob Apr 2017
I chastised chastity
from the day I lost serenity.
No elixir for eternity,
rather I'd have pious pity.

Flamboyant furrows still adorn
the depths I've don
over the embellishments I've worn.
Yet, I'm barefoot like when I was born.
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