Was thought to be a myth
Before the resonating pain
From the core till the very precipice
Ignorant of catastrophic burden before.
Seconds
Minutes
Days
Weeks
Months
No intention found to dissipate
Wondering about the chance of
It’s eternity.
I’m bound to experience
Menacing sorrow
Burrowing in depth.
Maybe so
I won’t ever forget.

Time is money
Every tick of an hand
Life runs away
Never know where it stands
Surely it’s not for free
1 micro-litre of blood per second
Invested in you
For I thought
Was worthwhile
You must know
And reassure
That it was not
For a waste

Like the wind
To cool my head
From the burning ray of the sun,
You breathe on me.
I’m alerted to find
Just the whisper passing by.
I’d love for you to stay
But you tell me
You have to go.
I desire to have you
But you wish to be free.
Begging - I only thought of.
But your cold blooded heart
Turned it’s back on me.
But I’m still waiting
For you to return
To cool my head
Once again.

Branched pearl with a swift.
Beyond the scope of the shade of white;
Dazzle the eyes of those without.
Their limited minds fail to comprehend;
Most enticing yet so delicate
To the touch.
The knowing must watch in empathy.
The obviously perfect beauty,
So soon to diminish
In to the utmost depression
Of tar.

The wind bore coldness.
Never was it’s fault; the lack
Of sun’s affection.

Flower to my eyes;
Invisible to yours.
Excitement I yearn to share;
Your countenance is indifferent.
I don’t understand why
But you’re not the one
To tell me.

As if brainwashed, you
Erase the positives with
That one negative.