Stranger, why so hard-hearted?
Not even a trite friendship,
Remained when you departed,
It all just seems so senseless.
You couldn’t see what-I-saw,
Something once in a lifetime,
To be ours now nevermore,
To fade, bitter sweet, sublime.
One day you may realise,
You missed out something major,
You’ll sit and you’ll agonise;
Why you’re still just a stranger.
Renewed hallowed afterlife,
Laid bare on a stone altar,
Our love in life sacrificed,
Mortal souls make us falter.
We know not our destiny,
Our paths still remain hidden,
Likely timeless mystery,
Just lifes eternal riddle.
Perhaps we’ll yet reunite,
Only myself I delude,
God alone could make-this-right,
See this hallowed flame renewed.
Drifting, falling, weightlessly,
In a warm embrace waking,
Feeling ever gratefully,
Of your acquaintance making.
Your smile it is radiant,
Your lips a cherry blossom,
Your affections ambient,
Like coloured leaves of autumn.
One bles-sed word recovers,
The curse of sorrow lifting,
A new world to discover,
With you in my arms drifting.
Closer my arms outstretching,
Wrap my arms around nothing,
Wake alone just regretting,
Praying you might feel something.
Calling out in agony,
My pain I’d wish on no-one,
Not even my enemy,
Should carry this and go-on.
I’d give my life, anything,
Just to rest on your shoulder,
Arms around you spiralling,
Begging just to be closer.
Captured my heart imprisoned,
Only for your touch longing,
Lay awake I envision;
Your heart next to mine thronging.
I wonder if providence-
Might grant us a chance meeting,
Would your arms lack hesitance?
Would there be kissing, weeping?
My thoughts of you everyday,
My head in your neck, raptured,
My home, my one hideaway,
Still yours, forever, captured.
Gasping, clinging desperately,
To the parts you left behind,
To life grasping jealously,
Love and hope have been denied.
Still I dream of reunion,
In your warm lap I awake,
But it’s just an illusion,
Faded away by daybreak.
Why am I still existing?
Some shred of hope still clasping,
On dreams of love subsisting,
I go on dying, gasping.
Sleeping beauty awaken,
In my arms resting softly,
Your green eyes I’m quite-taken,
Muse on your dark hair oftly.
Truly you are beautiful,
But inside a heart gilded,
A soul pure and scrutable,
Praise be the God that willed-it.
Will we have our rendezvous?
Will our love be worth keeping?
Will you wake up next-to-me?
Or simply go on sleeping.
Naked, our hearts unravelled,
Lips against mine so tender,
A dream, a road untravelled,
A taste of bitter splendor.
Although just a fantasy,
I felt them still, I’m certain,
I touched your heart candidly,
I peaked behind the curtain.
I felt your warmth embracing,
But then it slowly faded,
Smell of your hair displacing,
Leaving me feeling naked.
Traces of you, mementos,
You hear me when you’re sleeping,
Carrying like undertows,
The sky is bruised and bleeding.
Cast aside so easily,
That time and love meant nothing,
Why guard your heart so jealously,
Inside theres naught but stuffing.
Poured out my heart, everything,
No lies, no secret places,
Love can be a deadly-thing,
Remain’s these ghostly traces.
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