Didn't I told you Love is a pain

The pain gives birth to Love

They are interrelated

Love is neither created
Nor destroyed

It only transfers to another
Like
At the beginning it's only us
When we get kids
Everything changes
Love will transfer to them

Like a money transfer occurs in the bank

Love is neither created
Nor destroyed
It only transfers to others

What would I say
            Or
What would I do

It was my friend who was
Against my crush
Who never want me to be with her
Or even talk to her

It was my friend again
Who wants me
To start loving her or caring her or be with her

Started building a bridge between us
With his words

What he thinks of me
Am I a puppet who can twist me
Or change my mind like changing clothes of it

Everytime it was my decision finally though.

Why people try to influence
Why they want us in the way they are

Advicing is good
But
Pressurizing is bad

I don't know why
Some people gets irritated
By our actions

Even we do a right thing
We don't see any appreciation
In their eyes

As if we were born to be
Enemies

They don't have enough dare to
Settle up the issue

Neither do they have courage to abandon us

Since they need something from us

Sometimes I feel
Who can steal from me

I came with empty hands
And
leave with empty hands

So what am I losing
Or
What am I gaining ??

If there is a rebirth
My good will favor me
My bad will ruin me

So I try to be good
Not 100% though

Neither I knew about this
Incarnation thing
Nor I experienced myself

I only ask God One thing
Punish me right away

Not to hold or delay it
I may be too weak to bear it later

That's how I live and think

A moonlit dance beneathe constellations
      not Taurus or Gemini, Delphinus or Orion
                 but stars we named together
                   linking lines from star to star
       hands pointing in air so cold
a tear falls and
                           another
  leaving a roadmap on my cheeks
            that you
                            chase
                           ­            chase
                                                  chase
   ­         lifting the palm of your hand
                 so cold to the touch I shiver
            feeling the beauty of my tears
         that glisten like Venus in the midnight sky
             of this cold Parisian night
  you smile in jest and
     I misplace the space
  between you and I and that sky
  whispering "do you love me?"
    how could I resist the beauty of
                 our second to last kiss.

© Sia Jane