Simple Verses- Seasons For All We Had. Poem by Wesongah David

It's still over where you left me,
Cries hidden by the falling rain,
The drops pounding like the shake on my pillow,
For the love I gave you in vain,
But poor sordid heart never learning,
And still waiting on you,
Hoping you will come back and kiss away the pain,
The Love I never really knew,
Left neglected and torn in by the slew,
Holding on to all I had.

The words come out not any longer,
Like they used to,
Walking by and getting cold,
All I needed was a 'hello'
Passing on like I we never were,
A simple ruse played to infinity,
Flashes of brilliance left me neglected,
Will I heed the call of the hearts you broke?
A question tallied to time,
And a scar I know not where it lies,
Cancerous enough to blight the angel,
For the simple verse of all I had.

Am lying to myself some more,
That probably you needed flints of time,
A carat of rendezvous to knock off a tat,
That I will down myself on a jerk knee,
And come back to feeling the scents of our times.
Gets harder each day,
Passing by the memories of yesterday,
And asking questions puzzled on instincts,
A simple verse torn in between,
On what I had and never gave you,
But still calling on 'morrow,
And the bright heart never willing,
And wiling away on flints of eloquence,
Hinging on you coming back,
For the second part of the season,
A simple verse!