I can't keep
Regretting
Your dream of us
Never came true
While my dream
For myself
Is being realized
By someone else.

I can't keep
Going back
To our conversations,
Our only memories;
While I move forward
With him
To make the moments
You and I never had.

I can't keep
Confessing
The truth
To the questions
You never asked
While he provides
The same answers
I never got from you.

I can't keep
Telling myself
This is the last time
I will write
About you
While I keep promising
I will write
About him

And you can't keep
Reserving me
With a bookmark
So you can read me
Later for recreation
While he tries
To memorize me
Everyday as a ritual

My love, my sweetheart you are so sweet and so smart
When glass faces glass ,mirror reflects your every part
Whatever glowing beauty has to offer and has to impart
In chain of beauty and love eyes talk to eyes,heart to heart

My miss I miss you and your glowing style and charm
Your beautiful glance makes me to dance and to inform
Eyes have their own cherished graces and mirror its norm
My burning beauty let me explore your graces without harm

Beauty of your body surpasses every ******* this waste land
I want to establish my rapport on your frequency and band
Allow me to kiss on your glowing rosy cheeks hand in hand
Your glowing beauty is so grand my burning love is my brand

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

The air smells like you
Like a bottle of givenchy
Cologne, except brand new.

Like the thought of me and you,
The thought of something actually being true.

I think back on that afternoon
Where we downed that whole
Bottle of cognac.

When you said the three words,
Your pronunciation so exact.

You saw all of me that day
And I admired all of your
Charismatic ways.

The lights were kept off
And I took in every bit of your
Neatly kept loft.

You'd said that I was the only
Girl you brought to your home
And for the first time,
I didn't feel alone.

And I remember all of what you said,
Every syllable, every vowel I clung on to,
Cause I always think back on that afternoon,
Praying that for the first time
What we have is actually true.

I have never liked the term

      "sloppy seconds"
                  
                  I believe that we renew ourselves with each love

I feel the presence of you through the pain in my teeth, as I sing along to the song I used to skip just for you. It always makes me think of you even though you never wanted to listen to it. The sadness you felt when it would come on must have been left behind with me little by little each time I let it go by without you knowing. You left some sort of residue on your footprint, a brand. And someday when god looks upon my soul, he'll see it still, branded by the giant, for the silver and gold I once stole.

Why do parents name their children?
accidentally branding them
stressing them with something
they must strive to be

naming a child Joy
who has none
but because you branded her
she must be it
or let down the image her parents had
of a girl full of Joy

Naming a child hope
she feels she must give it
but none to call her own

Name a child Raven
she must play the part
and forever quote nevermore

Name a child Angel
they must be no less than perfection  itself
failure kills them.

name a child faith
and she feels she must have it
in everyone
in everything
and it always ends in a broken heart
always ends in tears
because every fear
has come true
like a curse sent from hell

name a child
for what?
to encourage them?
ha
what a laugh

name a child Todd
they may wish they were a Sara
name a child Sara
they may desire they  were a Todd

In conclusion:
Don't name a child
nickname after knowing them
after loving them
just wait
they'll find themselves in time.

don't brand them
teach them
kiss them
love them
encourage their personal interest
one day they'll know
and
*when they know you'll know,
you know?

She resembles a make believe song
As if my sorrow for the staircases
Of the ocean
Blue because the nymph stretches
Around the ring of perfection
When the world was as dull as a sink
When the sky looked like a pillow
Trembling behind the doors of ***
As if the leggs weren't enough
To ask for a second meal
Then
The hand cuts the melancholy pear
Swift and shinning pear
Before the branch broke in half

Waking to feel the weight of the void
you left when you left me behind.
Searching restlessly for any remaining
sense of you in these god forsaken sheets.
Plowing mindlessly through the memories
scorched into my mind - branded forever yours.
Will there be an ever after?