Have I not been
Vulnerable
To your vague
And indecisive
Smile, I would
Have received
My broad share
Of inheritance.

Split choices to choose
But I rather
Stay free;
Part for part,
Dime for dime,
I must accept
The longing
Of defeat.

Gave my words to a spy
Then off she goes.

Greed.

Bound for heaven
Hereafter.

Can't lie
With my eyes,

I barely
Recover.

I bid thee farewell
Not by choice,
But for need.
Taking memories away
Would be much bitter
If goodbyes are not said
A little bit sooner.

I've done my fair share
Of wholehearted giving.
Not because of reason
But all because of meaning:
The definition of the heart
And its profound measure
Of understanding.

Seeing you falter
Involves quite a pounding
My tears could never grasp.
The upcoming grievance
Would be the most pitiful
For thoughts to comprehend
And for life to consider.

For choice or for need -
Not one or both would matter.
Imparted flames will never cease
The pain that scars forever

Though the wound in my heart
Should someday heal
The ravish misconception
Your warmth conceals.

He packed his things as he go
Towards a decaying silence.
In tune to the cricket's cry
He ascended into acres
Only desolation has seen.
"A glistening of thoughts." He told himself.
Living couldn't pry the wastelands of life.
"To remote lands where I'll be wandering
The dusk and dawns of time."
The voice in his mind is still.
Too bitter - his conscience.
"Receive me in thy death-bed!"
The last words of a heavy heart
Accentuates in darkness.

Don't want to be
Swept away
Far, far from
Your arms.

Your return.
I plead
Reminiscing
Your touch.

Can't understand
But actions
Tell me
I love you too much.

We now live two lives
that cannot connect.

Married... with children...

I guess it has to be
Goodbye again.

It should have been
Way better
If I never have met you.

How untimely
And harsh it is
That fate still leads me
Back to you!

Bitter ways come
In bridal suits.
Do these clothes fit?
Judging my looks can be
Quite a hard task.
These sleeves are a bit shorter
Than my worn out tuxedo
Dumped inside the *****
Of my closet. Will anybody
Lend me something?
She's waiting.
The ceremony has begun
And I still can't find
The right clothes
For the occasion.