Countless series of melancholic oceans
Hitting through waves of adversity
Only to be repulsed by provocations
Disjointed affections falls effortlessly

With no such contemporary feelings
Choked amongst the walls of solitary
Praying silently for a better ending
A hopeless romantic it seems evidently

Voyaging away from the sufferings
Patching holes of memories
Rekindling fire from breathing
Dreams torn away in fantasies

Sober desires creates a lustful reality
Shone away ignoring a truthful beginning
Nothing can hold us against this treachery
Forsaken our love has left me begging

©2014 Maman Screams

You are not defined by your fading photographs.
Your personality does not have a white frame.
You are a Polaroid *******.

For them I am strong,
For you I am weak

I haven't felt like writing much, lately
I haven't felt like a lot of things I used to
I haven't felt

Your heart is an empty semi-circle
Half-filled by wet sand bags
Jagged edges because I am concrete
and concrete does not leave smoothly.

Concrete cracks but cannot slip between your fingers.