How should I convey the tempest in my heart?
My heart churns with vivacity, no way to depart
A thought drifts through my mind day and night
Which I cannot elaborate to any other Dwight
Whom shall I vocal myself to, or shall speak with
Shouldn’t it be lot easier to run over a scythe
That night I'll never forget when you uttered the name
I woke up livid and thought whom should I blame
I confronted you vigorously wanting to know the truth myself
You fought back physically, I ended up hurting myself
From that night onwards never have I ever had peace
The relentless thought of what it is does not cease
You told me that your love for me has crumbled
Telling me the reason why you had faltered and stumbled
I saw it in your eyes, the beautiful precious lips
My love for you that still has you in grips
You made me realise all my mistakes and my shortcomings
All that which kept you at bay and other things
A fool I had been to maintain the distance well
And trying not to keep you abreast in the swell
I look back at myself committing the crime so horrific
Oh, the fresh musty memories so vivid, grim and terrific
What could I do to get my old platypus back
I am ready to inscribe my confessions on a plaque
Would you not my love you give me another chance
To relive the moment which we had at first glance
My heart, my love is dry and wrenching in turmoil
Turn over a new leaf, a beginning without a spoil
All I say to you is that I am repentant
My penchant for our love to be like the crescent
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