It starts in the depths of my soul
With time, the feeling grows
And eventually begins to show
Something I can’t keep in check, hold in tow
...
Imagine that love is a tiny flame...
So I can let you know how I'm on fire:
Burning with liking
Searing with passion
...
I hate the way you cut your hair
Everything about you, your clothes, your very air
And the fact that you simply don't care
I hate the fact that you can read minds
...
For you whom I once loved...
I’m so in love with you but
You’re in love with Mary Jane
...
Art is my religion...I could die for that. The difference between dreams and accomplishments is purely desire.Any and all art forms (song, dance and literature) help keep me sane and I love writing cos' its a solitary hobby: 'other people are quite dreadful-the only possible company is oneself'-Oscar Wilde and when I write I don't feel judged; just me and the ink/keyboard and paper.I aspire to be an author and write short stories, poems and am working on a novel. I believe growth comes from criticism so please criticize my work and be as brutally honest as possible...)
The Break-Up
It starts in the depths of my soul
With time, the feeling grows
And eventually begins to show
Something I can’t keep in check, hold in tow
The masquerade’s gone on too long
Taken one too may bows, sunk too low
Here’s my chance to let you know
Your gaze towards me loses its luster
Your touch grows cold
It’s time to move on to greener pastures
Charades can be fun, but even they get old
Better late than never, courage I’ve finally mustered
To say you no longer fit my life’s mold
Once amorous attachment’s
Turned to stoic detachment
Unlike a play, for us, there’s no encore
No re-enactment, no room for more
It pains me to shut the door
But a relationship shouldn’t feel like a chore