all I do is wait for your number
all I do is wait for your call
what's the point of even keeping tract now
why do I have any faith at all
when did you stop caring if I called you
when did I start caring that you stopped
now I only fumble through recent contacts
but it never says "missed call"

Love is the sting of salty tears
In a still gaping wound.
I know because memories still linger...
I buried everything else with you.

The taste of blood
On our tongues after the fight...
The reason why they didn't know
What this addiction was like.

How much would we get by with?
How often? For how long?
Shield up, prepare for the storm.
It came after every calm.

We passed the point of no return.
You got the whips and canes.
Started with pleasure, ended with pain.
Passion goes both ways.

Sometimes
painful memories are
the beautiful demons
that entice
our mind and heart
at the same time..

They hurt
our breaths intensely
and makes life
little unbearably difficult.

But
sometimes
they're also
the delightful angels
that helps you
to get through
the ultimate phase of
transformation in life.

So
"revere the pain,
and
honor the memory..."


© Kishamoe

Sunrise wakes me slowly,
moonlight lets me rest.
In between, the light of day
leaves nothing to confess.
If through the fading sunset
my heart sings sweet and loud
by sobriety of daylight
my mind can stop the sound.
What can come of dreaming
where joy will always win?
My life should be a day dream then
and love should never end.