This Isn’t The End 

‘You don’t speak much, and I’m running out of my stories now. You’re like my second diary, whatever I haven’t written in my journal I have told you’

She tried to show her anger for always being the one sharing her stories. 

But the ‘Ahaan’ after few days from him, made her fall all over again. 

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The Inevitable Goodbye 

You standing there with knife,

While I wait with my heart.

You’re not here to stay,

What so wrong in this day?

Take me tonight,

Hurt me twice,

Show no mercy,

Just look me in the eyes,

Our history is in my heart

And your lies in my cries.

These streets know our secrets, 

The radio still playing our song, 

The silver moon still smiles at us, 

Makes me wonder what went wrong.

I’ll feel the sweet loneliness, 

I might cry at night, 

But I promise, 

I’ll be alright.
Take my heart, 

Twist the knife, 

Time for the last show, 

The inevitable goodbye.

Baby, I’m ready 

I remember, 

The taste of your lips, 

The sparks when we touched, 

The way you made me feel, 

With my eyes wide shut. 
But now I’m here, 
With your picture in my hand, 

With your voice in my head, 

With tears in my eyes, 

Always searching for my shadow in the sky. 
Still hoping, 

That you’ll walk right in tonight.

Just my Luck! 

I was cautious 

I looked left and then I turned right

And there you were 

The glitter in your eyes calling my name.

You spread your arms

And I ran to my only hope

I fell into your arms 

As I take in your scent

And my fire start to burn. 

I wanted to speak

I tried to speak

But your soft lips moving in sync with mine

Didn’t let me.

It wasn’t fierce 

It wasn’t wild 

Until,

You took your free hand down, 

And further

Inside

Squeezing

Making me moan. 

This time, 

It was wild, 

It was passionate, 

Until, 

I woke up from my dream. 

Happy!

You left me in bed

with nothing but tears. 

But now the well has dried

and I am stronger. 

I know it makes you sad

that I’m happy now

and my eyes are searching no more for you. 

I hope you do realise that

Souls with wings were made to fly. 

Hide 

After six months he asked me “how I’m doing” I replied “fine” turning quickly the pages to hide the poetry my tears have written. 

Here for You

Let me conquer you like Alexander expected to conquer the world

I’ll keep you safe inside my arms like my beating heart

I won’t let no trouble come closer to you

I’ll take the bullet for you

And at night when you can’t fall asleep

I’ll press my lips against yours to remind you that I’ll always be here for you. 

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