Love
came knocking
on my door this morn
Her radiant smile lit up my dark world
My dead soul came alive at the sight of love
Love
came knocking
on my door this morn
Her gentle touch, my healing balm
Saved me from the shackles that held me down
As if by miracle my heart grew wings
Young lad say “yea”
Not his voice
Not his name
Even his eyes I see not
His heart he freely gives
To I who can keep it not
I, who no heart has got to give.
Young lad say “love me”
Not his words
Not his touch
But his soul gives he to I,
Whose soul the villain captive hold
Under the dead man’s sea.
Young lad, he dies
broken heart
His soul lost he to the villain’s muse
A slave of love to a captive soul
For he craved I whom he could have not
I, the stranger in his dream.
She lay on her bed with teary eyes and aching heart.
She is very restless, her bed feels uncomfortable tonight.
She wish him near, “maybe a cuddle will help me drift off to dreamland”, she thinks.
Yes, dreamland is a beautiful place where she can forget her pain and sorrow. Forget the ache that has dug into her heart, making a deep gully in there where nothing else can fill. The pain that has cut deep and continues to cut deeper. The one thing she wanted…the one thing she needed…the only thing that really mattered is way beyond her reach.
If only she can have him tonight, have him close. If only he is here for her to hold, one more time. Create the old magic and spark which made nights and day merge and roll into one continuous timeline for them both. A co-existence where time and place mattered not, where together they built dreams and made plans and….
She stops her wishful thinking, gets up and goes into the bathroom.
She soaks herself in the bathtub fill with her favorite bath wash. She turns on her favorite playlist on her iPod; headphone in place, she soon drifts off to her favorite place, ‘neverland’ she calls it. A place where everything is rosy.
Oblivious to all around her, she drowns herself to sleep.
She sinks to a place beyond dreamland – neverland, only this time she aims never to return.
*******
I won’t cry.
No!
I won’t shed a single tear.
I will be strong
Time does heal.
I have been here before,
Many times.
Only that now,
It is so lonely without you.
I will cry
yes !
I’ll shed as many tears,
lonely tears
maybe I’ll be fine
when the sun shines through this canopy
that cloud my vision
maybe tomorrow, I’ll be fine
without you.
She slipped down the dark hole of grieve
Buried underneath her tears
Swallowed by the quick sand of time
She blends in well,
the darkness in her mind matching the one without.
The ink of love splattered on her soul.
Haunted in this life beyond,
now, Inhabits another.
The execration was never lifted.
Maybe in the life after this,
they will awaken and blossom;
Not in this gloomy allay.
Lost and lonely,
No place of solace this dark night.
Why am i miserable ?
Why shed I these many tears that wear my eyes out?
Flow! Flow!
Till there is no more to shed
Flow! Flow!
wash away these hurtful memories that hunt me this very night.
These wheels of pain won’t slow down,
Slowly, down the hill,
Beneath, deeper still,
I can’t stop now.
Drench in the rain
I still can’t stop this pain
Chest locks tight
This stormy night.
Lonely and burned
Do pull me out
Save me from this
Dark hole of grieve
Do Pause awhile,
Look deep within,
Let your heart
Hear my heart speak
Hear the whisper of love forlorn
Longing for a touch from one held dear
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Amity 