If i ought to close my eyes one final moment,
I wish to only think of you,
You who fell to the earth
Littered it with colourful thoughts
A bright spark in a miserable world
You who decays beneath my land
And takes root in my heart
You who never escapes my thoughts
Not even for a moment
You who belongs here
Right next to me
From now, untill the end of times
Untill we are we raised once more
From the dust beneath billions of lost souls that trod this weary land, with lonesome bodies and butchered minds

We are all dealing with it together
sitting on these chairs side by side.
Therapeutic Counselling; it's that  general  motion
that  lonesome melancholy
Grieving people flocking together
likened to  the  Vietnamese phrase
'Same same, but different'
And every now and then,
Someone, quiet and
unassuming will
whisper words
That strikes
a chord
In your
heart

We're no longer playing those
single notes on repeat
Blame, pain, hurt and defeat
It resonates so deeply
A whole symphony erupts
In your lost thoughts

Dvořák final moments,
Notes cascading down your face.
Eyes wild, eager and hungry for more
tears, mingled with a melody of vulnerability of the human race

Beethoven Fidelio- an operatic shuddering possession. Body breaking, mind
astrewn. Rhythm of rapidly
crushing sanity

Tchaikovsky's Sixth
white keys masquerading as happiness overlaying the sound of
sombre black keys striking suffering
and grief and everything else  in-between in the greying colours of your mind.

Music of your
stricken heart lost in
the underground,
In these chairs next to you

Woman who also grieves
With a warm embrace around your body
Our wet shoulders
Absorbing the sounds of your dying souls
Until we're playing a single courageous lullaby once more
Heal heal heal
And heal we shall

I could spend an age listening to a your sorrows and word just to know your pain a little better
A millennia wiping away the furrows of your brows
And more so gazing into the depths of your  chocolate brown eyes
An eternity whispering sweet words of nothing to your  heart
I could spend aeons loving your soul before your body
And many more curling my self softly around yours
I could weep another miserable flood
If you should you break this communion, seperate us from a world closely guarded by passion
And i would drown in your beauty untill we stand before nirvana
A paradise built in my mind
Just for
You
For
Me
Just for
Us

It is Saturday 9th July,
She, being the strong willed one
Picked him up and said hi
Let's go for a walk, it'll be fun

She drove around for a while
Untill they found a perfect place
An ancient woodland that made her smile
And turned to the man that made her heart race

They walked along the windy path
Laughing and joking as they often did
Finally he turns to her and makes a solemn oath
That one day she would be the mother to his kid

She often did that, deny those strong feeling she held for him
Because somehow it doesn't feel right,
But that was the day she indulged her every whim
And told him he  nicest and the greatest

The was the day they admitted how they felt for one another
When he got on one knee to propose
When they knew together one day they would be mother and father
This was the love she felt from her heart, to her stomach, her weak knees and her toes

That's the thing about a love like this,
It creeps into your heart so slowly but surely
Before you'd even think about that first kiss
You'll notice how his man was full of chivalry

This is the man that would treat you with kindness and love
Who would lay awake and watch you sleep
Who's lips would fit yours like a well made glove
Who would only bring you sadness if he left this world, that would make you weep

I miss this man from the bottom of my heart
I often lay away and ponder about all the moments that could've been
Why my chest is empty with a beat that will no longer start
Unable to fall asleep has become my regular routine


My heart aches so so much, I can't even relay this into words
I cry a river inside my soul
But a single tear has not escaped
Unlike the caged birds
Of whom this was their only goal

It was the 7th of July when I missed this meeting
And again I missed it once more
For our moments in this world were brief and fleeting
But our love story will every book store

Khalil Gibran said it best ' love not knows it's death till it's hour of seperation'

My hearts riddled with bullet holes of hatred
And rips and shards of the bitter glass of lies
The savage destruction of hope
A dilapidated state of daydream
An absent mind lost in another time
In another life
I wish I could close my eyes and never feel this pain again
Never deal with the gaping wound in my chest
Time can't heal this empty feeling of loneliness
Nothing could