Betrayed in Love
Since long, had an enchanting dream.
Flowing through, is an azure love stream,
Across an enigmatic green land,
Goddess of love beside me, holding my hand.
Below god’s vastness of serene blue sky,
In shouts of silent love, only her and I .
I’d see her, she’d see me,
In each others arms we’d be.
Could a man ask more from thee?!
Something told me you were the one,
From heaven the goddess had come!
The one for whom I pine!
Someone so pure, so divine!
the enigmatic greenery died out.
The azure running stream dried out.
The blue sky turned to black,
It seemed there was a love lack!
I realized my instinct had gone wrong!
But how come it took me so very long?
Thing had now completely turned,
Till eternity never to love I had learned.
If u couldn’t fulfill my need,
Then why did u sow the love seed?
Went away you changed your lane!
And left me all alone to cry with this pain…
Martes, Setyembre 30, 2008
Betrayed in Love
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 7:10 AM
Lunes, Setyembre 29, 2008
Why Do I?
Why do I smile at the sound of your voice?
Why do I let you take over me as if I had no choice?
Why do I let you touch me in places never touched?
Why do I like to have you around so much?
Why do I melt at the tenderness of your kiss?
Why do I feel like I could live forever like this?
Why do I put my heart in your hands?
Why do I answer to your every demand?
Why do I tell you leaving me is not your wrong?
Why do I let you know with out you I'm not quite as strong?
Why do I take you back even though I know it's not right?
Why do I feel like I should please you by not putting up a fight?
Why do I care about you even though you hurt me?
Why do I turn my head from what's plain reality?
Why do I try to hide from what is true?
Why do I still have these feelings for you?
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 4:20 AM
Miyerkules, Setyembre 17, 2008
Were I to Wring a Rag
—no matter how much
muscle I might have
was like to come along
behind, reach around
me to take it up again
from where I'd left it,
lift it back into my line
of vision and in one
practiced motion from
that strangle in her bare
hands and thin air work
a second miraculous
stream of silver dishwash
into the day's last gleam ...
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 5:38 AM