Apr 2015
Be careful where you stand my love,
for we were a chess game.
Sitting at platforms-
With trains passing by,
the hand that held mine brought me to our adventure coves.
Round querie we ran at 6(7.30) ,
on the grass we laid and learnt.
At librararies we loved,
weaving the laces of our lives.
In somewhere only we knew,
we were the only exceptions.
you were my poet,
and i was your poetry-
but now we're shattered by sophistry,
our love's condemned to history,
what we were/will be remains a mystery.
for we were a chess game.
Sitting at platforms-
With trains passing by,
the hand that held mine brought me to our adventure coves.
Round querie we ran at 6(7.30) ,
on the grass we laid and learnt.
At librararies we loved,
weaving the laces of our lives.
In somewhere only we knew,
we were the only exceptions.
you were my poet,
and i was your poetry-
but now we're shattered by sophistry,
our love's condemned to history,
what we were/will be remains a mystery.
Isnt meant to be understood haha. Its just memories fused tgt// there are double meanings everywhere. we never had to close this chapter of our lives but i guess I had to. Its better for me. because i loved you so much but you were hurting me beyond words And i need to learn to let go.
