A promise to stay forever
But sorry that I couldn’t hold it.
The water and the wind;
The breathe and perfume;
Molded a wrath around my bleeding heart
For it’s never easy to part
So was the endless moments I spent singing to let me in
But love I never knew is a cunning journey
It spills like water in a desert.
The water, wind, breathe and perfume
Drenched me in a broth of confusion.
But I wish I could have held the pail forever;
Clench to it like a fetus to the womb
But this, my dear I can’t anymore,
For us, men are like storm.
Seems I was never told how it grows or dies
This ire of lust;
For I never thought there is ever an end to the disillusion
Until I came across its sepulcher;
Her perfume maimed me;
Her breath intoxicated my blood;
The milky skin blinded me;
And my days and nights listen to her meandering tides.
It’s the cycle, gains momentum,
And this time, it’s hers, like the youth of your days.
I wish I could have clenched my fist
To not let her in
And safeguard your mourning breathe
But the waves are unceasing
To garnish me to another peacock.
I wish I can clench my fist this time
And never leave her like you,
But we are a fluffy feather
We leave by the wind
And never know how grey the nights will be,
So is our love lives.
Seems there is no truth in the cycle
We only get used to the other side of the coin
And when it’s flicked, our pulses change phase
And we live in utmost denials;
We recycle whenever the wind turns;
And we drill a callous hole,
But blindfolded to the pain in the downside of the coin.