Through my lungs to my heart , smoked you like a volatile joint ,
Your love proposition , holding my impotent life at gunpoint.
As you embroided my life with lacerate scars of pain and deceit,
Which I merely clothed myself hemming my love pleat by pleat .
Stripping me down you flung me like half smoked cigarette ****,
That’s when I knew you created that crater deep till my gut
                                 But life is a drama backstaged with chances,
Once again it would rain on you a downpour of judgement,
Then ill be the sky to judge with a turbulent temperament.
I want the thunder to clap in approval and gain ,
The darkness to blanket my self inflicted pain .

But again you breathe I love you into the air …and I melt my life once again before you  .. because   simply I love you.

I see her..
she sits alone,
smiles to people and inside she cries...

I see her..
I see the pain, she tries to numb it;
and sometimes she fails..

I see her..
trying  to hide her scars,
and when she goes home, she gets new ones..

I saw her..
she waved goodbye,
it is true as they say;
silence is the loudest cry...