so in love, you're so in love with him
you think he must be some kind of saint,
and angel sent from heaven who tucks you in at night

you think "this is fairy tale love",
this is "there will be ballads written after us" love,
this is "there's fire in the attic and flood in the basement but i don't care because i'm with you" love

and i guess that's the problem
this is unconditional in the way
that he doesn't even need to love you back
in the same way

but you still love him, anyway,
this is still fairy tale love,
it's just the kind that ends with sleeping beauty sleeping forever
because eventually the prince does sneak out the window
eventually he stops coming back
eventually he stops trying

   -*watch out for warning signs before you run out of road

I am so tired of shining lights
on my bedroom walls late at night
to make shadow puppets
so that I feel less alone.

With the first drop of dew you sprout in trance
Your chastity and purity dances in innocence
My sweetheart give me a fair and frank chance
Your whispering love symphony gives credence

To my love which is but just everlasting desire
To your alluring beauty to give it just more fire
The most beauty of universe let me to admire
For ever my sweetheart for you I have to aspire

The way I love you and the way I just appreciate
I consider me the blessed one and the fortunate
Let me imprint my beloved on your blank sheet
You are my soul my heart and my real heart beat

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

My world came crashing down yesterday
As you took my hand and let the words fall to place
Feelings I had submerged for years because of doubt
come from your lips they're all flowing out.
But it's too late for me as you stir up these urges
I've married another and have worked up the courage
To love just one man who loves me right back
Who will never leave me, and never lay traps
A man who I promised to love for forever
And never have doubt or fall for another.
So I beg for a stop, to remain friends my dear
For my path is chosen and remains very clear.

Strands and strands of my hair
On the ground
I’m twisting, I’m balding
I watch the minutes and seconds rake

Strands and strands of my hair
From the time
I stayed put on the ground
But a **** of cutting wood remains

Widening and splitting
Deep in my body

I see me now
I’m loud

After many years, a small seed
Under earth, a lost child
I was never this loud
But I can hear me now

The moan of these branches
wrap around me like wires
My weary throat
tightening, tightening
with nothing to show

From a tongue in its comfort
Long impaired in the silence
Hushed, hushed
till I blacked myself out

And now my roots rip
above land
they
hold
on
like desperate hands
now that I must
get ready to leave

And the minutes and seconds,
won't wait for me

I cannot sow leaves
back to a tree

Take my name plate
To the farthest of gates

It is too late
It is too late

*We must now
rake
rake
rake