Broken hopes, unkept promises
Expanding void and the fall
This Is what I am left of you
Can love no other
Perhaps You know that too
Keeps you at peace
While I gather whatever little I can
Of you in others
Memories of your cleavage
The colour of your smile
Gushing from my slashed wrists.
I smell of stale alcohol
Which doesn’t even kill
You said it was too much love
And I Said it was passing of spring
You said, ‘forget me. Let go.’
I’m caught in that spring forever
And I’m still holding onto the letting go
I know. I’m going to live there forever!
Absolutely beautiful. Funny sometimes even pain can sound worth taking up.
π yeah. we fragile beings tend to romanticise it a lot. no ??
Whoa….
Chicklet, I don’t know how I never read that before.. But it speaks volumes to me.
And for this one..you are invited to a wine – or coffee -whenever we meet.
Deeps – Permission from Baby Sher is required. π
Sure. baby Sher.. Sherni.. whatever you say.. you are also invited, then the more the merrier π
chiklet….this makes me want to shake you up a bit…..
really nice!