He doesn't really love me
None of these guys do
They're just looking
For a quick, hot ****
I'm no different
Than a trip to McDonald's
It doesn't have to be good
It just has to be quick
With a short line
March is here it reminds me of
the colorful flowers owned by grandma
Tendered with care
Hark the chirping birds sing, music fill the air.
Season of spring and fling
Busy street, void of any danger
Met a stranger, shared a seat.
Still in touch,
small talks nothing to say much.
The journey and excitement
Of bygone days spend with a lover
Twenty was the time to explore.
Turning points and joints,
Each episodes connected through dots
Lesson and reason it taught.
March is here and all the nostalgic memories still evoke.
Will we ever be young again?
Season of Spring and Fling.
Surrendering in her alluring ways
I sing the tuneful serenades
Seemingly melting our souls fused
In her desire I got absorbed, amused
I lost myself in a bewitched gaze
Attending to her ******* on my bed
Like the flowers that bloom in spring
Setting our bodies afire in a fling
In pursuit to fill my perpetual void
Can't help but ponder what's flawed
Spontaneous in deceit to solidity
Yearning to earn sentient solidarity
We lost each other in quiet places
As if conversation was deafened
By the natural “placeness” of things.
We saw but did not see each other.
Later we used the same words to appraise, select, prize
We did our food and our last partners in bed.
The deafening echo of the bar made me realize I didn’t really
Want your voice; our words sputtered out too quickly.
Sometimes nothing will light your way.
I'm trapped in a box
Just me and you
You've come back to haunt me
Break me in two
It was a sweet summer fling
That smelled of fresh water
But little did I know
My heart was a lamb to the slaughter
When you kissed me goodbye
And we shared one last glance
I was falling really fast
And I realised I wouldn't stand a chance
If I could do it all over
I would've never let you go
I had you wrapped around my finger
Now all I see is your shadow
How did I end up here?
In this empty ice cold box
Holding nothing more
Than nostalgic dreams of the rocks
Blinded by desperation
Drowning in doubt
Struggling to be free
Looking for a way out.
11 August, 2018
It is a terror
To accept a love
And the weight of this dream
Collapses into me,
Encompassing my passion
Never once discovered
Gazing up on a cold winter night
I miss the moments made under this starry sky
My heart loves it constantly
Like the constellation in the sky
I gaze for long
And I see a new star
The one I had never seen
Whole my life
Fond of the star I stray far
From what I am
Who I am supposed to be
Something in ground distracts my sight
I try to find the star again in sky
But there they are
Millions covering the sky
I say goodbye to the one I saw
The few moments that I smiled
Trying to find
The new light
I fly again
In my interstellar flight
You say to go with the flow
But I move with a heart full of love
Despite the pain I carry
Ready to give.
catching your eye across the bar
someone asked me to play piano that night
i took a breath and said sure i’ll fill in
you came up to me afterwards
“i didn’t know you could play, i didn’t know you could sing”
i told you i do my best and you offered me
you pushed it in my hand
didn’t really ask
(but you never really ever asked)
part of me thought i was just so cool
you were a bright purple neon light
against my wine red and navy blue
but i promise-
i knew exactly when i’d be done with you
One-sided as it breaks me
Leaves you indifferent
Nothing but a nominal fling
Nothing but a means to an end