The burning wick picks the bright pink flowery foliage
And I know that our love has lived and ended
The breaths I exhale whisper a cold relief
And how I would return to my loneliness wraps me in disbelief
Of what the moments were, memories remain
All of the colour and the horrifying pain
Right to the flavour of emotional highs that left a stain
A romantic ballad which is fit to be a fairy’s fairy-tale fame
How twisted the events have been
but there is no winner in this game
Only players and the order is sung by the horn-blower
As the world that matters would have it --- poetic deposits make returns slower
The keeper of a love is the money-spender and whistle-blower
And we soldiers of love return to the
only thing we know to be real, our refuge of solitude…
I played, I played a tune,
it was melodious but the flower prohibited to bloom kept the rhythm blue…
I will remember you, so long lover and letting go is letting go
Goodbye will do us no good as we go on by
May you be true to your heart and overcome your fears
May you find solace in a loving friend for all your tears
It has been an education loving you but Letting go is letting go, so on I go.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
The burning wick picks the bright pink flowery foliage
And I know that our love has lived and ended
The breaths I exhale whisper a cold relief
And how I would return to my loneliness wraps me in disbelief
Of what the moments were, memories remain
All of the colour and the horrifying pain
Right to the flavour of emotional highs that left a stain
A romantic ballad which is fit to be a fairy’s fairy-tale fame
How twisted the events have been
but there is no winner in this game
Only players and the order is sung by the horn-blower
As the world that matters would have it --- poetic deposits make returns slower
The keeper of a love is the money-spender and whistle-blower
And we soldiers of love return to the
only thing we know to be real, our refuge of solitude…
I played, I played a tune,
it was melodious but the flower prohibited to bloom kept the rhythm blue…
I will remember you, so long lover and letting go is letting go
Goodbye will do us no good as we go on by
May you be true to your heart and overcome your fears
May you find solace in a loving friend for all your tears
It has been an education loving you but Letting go is letting go, so on I go.
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