We paced through love, so quickly!
And now, my lips can’t believe the end
Is here already.
We vowed to be turtle doves- to empty
Each one’s heart into the other’s and to blend
For years in plenty.
Maybe, it was me.
Maybe, it was you,
Or better still, the both of us;
Maybe we all failed to envision
Life’s unmasked reality.
That love grows and fades,
Like music played all over again.
That change is a distant traveller,
With no definite destination
and home to call its home.
That love and change are sisters,
And we were just their make-up for the day.
Sometimes I wish
I foresaw this mess,
Then, I would’ve bought a cheaper dress
And stayed home after all,
Than sit by this roadside tormented in the cold,
Awaiting your unexpected call.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
We paced through love, so quickly!
And now, my lips can’t believe the end
Is here already.
We vowed to be turtle doves- to empty
Each one’s heart into the other’s and to blend
For years in plenty.
Maybe, it was me.
Maybe, it was you,
Or better still, the both of us;
Maybe we all failed to envision
Life’s unmasked reality.
That love grows and fades,
Like music played all over again.
That change is a distant traveller,
With no definite destination
and home to call its home.
That love and change are sisters,
And we were just their make-up for the day.
Sometimes I wish
I foresaw this mess,
Then, I would’ve bought a cheaper dress
And stayed home after all,
Than sit by this roadside tormented in the cold,
Awaiting your unexpected call.
when she waits for you, your call, messages, letters, texts...yet she knows none of it will ever come true...the unexpected!