The only sins
I’ve committed
Were stealing your heart
And lying to myself
That love exists

Good guys finish last
Because they put their ladies first.*

© 2015 J.S.P.

What is left?
Cookie crumbles
And breaks apart
With milk
And a broken heart
Soggy with emotions
Heavy it sinks.


What is next?
A fatal attraction
Of two individuals
Sooner they collide
Faster they'll die.


Love, his words
Like his sunken heart
From the deep bottom
And she: his love
To reach in
And picks him up.


Love, her words
Like her broken soul
Fatality ensures
And he: her love
He embraces her
For the collision.

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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
.