On a one way ticket I strode,
Down the road, away from love,
I heard a voice call,
Love, again, At least one more time,
It haunted,
Touched my wounds, healing in solitude,
To slit open my heart,
That timed stitched, ruthless,
So woman, so unlike a woman,
As if lost in a turmoil
Between yourself and you,
As if you wished, as though you couldn’t,
To rattle the pages of my past,
To make me read them over and again,
As if to make me shiver,
In fright, to paralyze the will,
To try to breathe,
Hope for one last breath.
Making me feel the edge of the blade,
Entering superficially, sliding,
Making me burn, with the intensity
Of a thousand lamps of love,
Only to blow it out,
With a single breath of yours
Darkness…………….
Surrounds me again…..
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my heart,
That timed stitched, ruthless,
So woman, so unlike a woman,
As if lost in a turmoil
Between yourself and you,
As if you wished, as though you couldn’t
The poet in you is such a sight to behold. Sigh. I lose balance when I read your sad poems... maybe because, in a way, I can relate.
But mostly because you have a gift for expressing yourself in such beautifully emotive terms. ^_^
"Love again,Atleast one more time"...Mmm...a heart that weeps,a heart that bleeds...can it take it one more time??
Wounds that run deep,hurt that is still fresh,memories that taunt & tease...can one escape it & take the risk again?
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