Through the serendipity of a naive act,
A mere rumour of the bygone tale.
Perceived by a small offense,
Was the story of Riverdale.

A machine of parts and *****,
Built for an arithmetical crusade,
Channeled with high voltage,
The tool for every complex barricade.

For science has toyed with his destiny,
For his life was a written code,
For his face was made of metal alloy,
For his troubles laid on the same road.


For his calculations were neat as heaven,
As his binary numbers were perfectly synch,
Like the sun rising on an early day,
Like the rain falling on the same clay.

But the story took a seismic turn,
His mind was on a number's high,
When like lightning came she,
A thunderstorm from a clear sky
A mermaid out of the blue sea,

She touched his metal face,
For she had seen none of like him.
But that touch created a little spark,
In the metal heart out of chances that slim.

As his codes discharged to form a conscious wave,
For the metal mind felt the aura,
For the metal body moved to dance,
For Riverdale loved that girl,
For she was his fading chance.

But do the humans  understand love?
I doubt they do, for the metal heart,
Was driven out from the lands.
For his story never had a start.

The sin of emotion, the bliss of pain,
For his metal heart rusted in vain.
Over his kingdom of broken dreams,
Neither did she, nor a soul felt his reign.

As his metal body rusted away,
In the aura of an insane world,
Where love is a jewellery reserved,
For this misery has now unfurled,
He died a metal death with a humane heartbreak.

This life like a burning cigarette,
Fades in the craziest adventures.
For we are stuck at the dares of risk,
Questioning the outcome of those ventures.

Crazy is this rubber heart of mine,
Dressed with a suit of scratch,
And a tie of wondrousness.
When still there's a craving unexplained,
The miss of the touch of a woman.

These words are of this empty sky,
Who with all these celestic stars,
Misses the solitude of a burning comet,
The simple equation of being loved,
Through the coast of a tired ocean.

This eyes has seen a lot of happiness,
Felt long waves of impervious joy,
Through friends with shared shoulders,
Has walked several roads to fame.
Yeah, there were times with love,
Where the moon looked so bright,
Where the seasons seemed alive,
But still I wave my flag,
For the love of a lifetime,
For the touch of her skin.

In this room of mine,
The pictures of my smiling faces stand,
On the wall of beautiful mistakes.
For this life has been rewarding,
With friends, health and beauty.
For the music has been an old friend,
For it has touched me on my darkest days.

The songs of the summer,
The romantic melody of a lover's heart,
Entwined with the music of the piano,
Touched and left my soul empty.
For all the music of the world,
For all the money made,
For all the desires of life,
The touch of a woman I would trade.

This poet's words may feel literal,
This heavy rain may feel dry,
For this words were carved out of my heart,
For this song for her shall never die.

A drink to my heartbreak,
A toast to this despair,
The break of a fall,
The stunt of the dare.
She was a beautiful mistake,
A princess of the dawn,
For this heart was unaware,
Her love couldn't be won.

The injustice of this tale,
Served by my soul
The ships have all sailed,
While I am alone at the shore.
The claps of the audience,
Don't muse me with awe,
The wind of the soul,
Don't move me this late,

She was a sun in the sky,
The gift of the infinite,
While I am a dust in this land,
The enslaved seconds of the minute.
But then I realised,
I never told her how I feel,
I cried in this foolishness,
The hidden truth as the shades conceal.

But I fear she will say no,
No to my faith.
I was a feather in this storm,
A green leaf as the autumn bathe.
Why the existence of pain in love?
Isn't it supposed to be a victory,
Well I was made a fool,
The heartbreak of the century.

So I ran with this fear,
That this story would be of pain,
For I confessed her the words,
While she was dancing in the rain.
And when she was about to proclaim
I woke to this windowed sunrise,
Shaping the shadows at the ceiling,
To see it was a beautiful dream.