skillz tha poet

Monday, September 26, 2011

It was never love


not a sunset goes without a thought of her,
the lady who in a pool i met,
and the cold waters caged in cement blocks,
our hearts did in a knot tie,
and these memories of us tears me apart,
and if a script of love was to be written,
it would be of our walks on the beach,
and that kiss she gave me before the staring seas,
it would be of the sunsets and stars we watched,
at the fall of night beside crushing waves..
she taught me the courage to cross oceans,
always there my hand to hold,
and she sang me melodies in soothing tones,
she was a dear,
she was a queen,
she was a lady i came to know,
and we rushed to love in folded eyes,
turning the blue skies grey,
a warm weather turned freezy,
signs sailed on the blowing wind,
and you could see the birds shake their heads,
for ours was nothing but devourment of lust,
that woke sleeping bats at noon...
and so i sit down in regrets,
wishing i was never such a reaper of hearts,
wishing that the blood in my veins,
did flow like all other human beings,
wishing that i could crawl back through the hour glass,
and be the man that said no from the start,
but all is done now,
spilt many a bottles to cry no more,
and though thoughts of her never seize,
i shall try more than i could try to fly,
that in my heart her to forget,
not her name but her face and voice too,
for i am a stray dog that a kennel doesn't deserve...

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