Roses are fine,
My body is numb.
My heart so dead.
Roses are fine,
My body is numb.
My heart so dead.
Roses are mine,
My heart fake reassures.
Roses are fatal,
Your love was a disease,
That I couldn’t ever cure.
Roses are thirsty,
I gave you my heart,
And you ripped it in half.
It is when a woman speaks, she mostly utters poetry.
It was the night of betrayal. It was the silent night. I remember the gust of wind that swayed me along, and got me out of my thoughts. It was yet a silent night, but I could hear you tiptoe your way.
You tiptoed right onto my place, right onto my way. I was there by the bornfire. Dreaming in pain. Writing in vain. The last writing I could recall. I could hear your shadow scream in silence, scream in the dark, warning me of the forthcoming disaster.
Yes, I knew your company was bad, the aura you carried was my unhealthy diet. I knew something was wrong. I knew you were wrong. But it was as though I was tempted by the devil.
I could feel your rush, even in a hush. I could feel you striding onto my way. I could sense yourcoming very well. I could sense your intensions. I could smell them. I could feel them.
Your audacity no longer surprising me, I resumed my poem. Your intensions making me smile, call it what my vanity, but I no longer consider your existence any worthy. I smile and wait for you to take a step. Wait for your colours to pop, wait for your inner devil to show up.Then, the fire burned even more drastically. Not of the bonfire, but in my veins. I waited and waited, and what I had forseen, came true this day.
You stabbed me with the dagger of your betrayal. And yet, I bled poetry.
Is it too much to ask for, your love?
Is it too much to ask for when I long for your touch? I want your hands resting on my back, reassuring me everything’s gonna be alright. I want my head resting on your shoulder, your hand stroking my hair, telling me it’s okay. Is it too much to ask for?
Is it too much to ask for, that I desire hearing your voice? Is it too much that I want your soothing voice letting me know my worth? A monosyllable yes leaving your lips whenever I ask if we’re doing good? A little love from the edge of your lips. Is it too much?
Is it too much that I want your presence right beside me? Is it too much I admit your absence kills me? Is it too much when your presence drives me nuts and your absense insane? Is it?
Well, is it too much to ask for your love? Is it, or is it not?
As everything ours, feelings and trust,
Turned into smoke.
Roses are lost,
You killed a relation,
A relationship so pure.
I cried my eyes out, bled out my soul.
I remember being all nasty, you being all cold.
I was all teary, I was all torn.
You took along my smile, with the fake mask I’d worn.
With every breath that I took,
I wondered what went wrong.
Where was it that what I overlooked.
I was taken aback, to see you leave.
Yes, I was shocked. Yes, I couldn’t believe.
I thought you were my escape,
But you turned out to be fake.
You took all you could, all you could take.
Guess, we were together just for the namesake.
Everything was in a mess,
Yes, I confess.
You turned out to be the demon, when I thought you were the best.
Everything was fine, yes I lied.
Recalled what all I could, yes I cried.
We were going really well, my friends used to say.
Liars, they turned out. With you, they betray.
I thought we were doing okay,
Now what it seems, you only wanted to play.
You played a nice game,
With my heart that was tame.
Yes, you are to be blamed,
For you brought me shame.
We were together at a time,
But now I guess that was a crime.
I thought again we’d begin,
But now I guess that was a sin.
You threw flame in my heart,
Guess what, it was torn apart.
All you did was simply depart,
But felt like you threw in my soul a dart.
Whatever I had thought of you, all assumptions went wrong.
You wronged me, when I thought we were going strong.
I thought we were perfect, our relationship was divine.
But guess what dear, you were never mine.
I met a girl at the corner of the room, sitting quietly, humming to herself, broad black nerdy glasses, reading a book, sipping her cup of coffee, reading her favourite chapter of her favourite book.
Quiet, still she had goosebumps all over, her heart beating faster than ever, as she read the lovers separate over a sheer misunderstanding. Her heart broke into pieces.
The girl, sipped her last, continued to read, after about an hour. I hope he comes back, and till then, she just waits. She thought to herself. Her life was just in books, her soul rested in chapters.
Putting the cup aside, she read through the last chapters, her frown turned into a smile, as she read the lovers reunite. All she ever wanted was a happy ending like this. She was elated, one could clearly tell.
She put the book aside, hugged it to her chest and smiled. You never fail to disappoint me. Then said her favourite author’s name.
I met a girl, I saw her. In the reflection of the mirror, sitting at the corner. Reading her favourite chapter of her favourite book, sipping her coffee and muttering to herself. You’re all I ever need. I need no one else. She smiled looking at the piles of books she owned.