Plain Scribbling

Am again singing the lover's serenade
and mesmerized by the conventional moon's shade
My two eyes explicit its seasonal lusterBut I'm not a bit in love, not now, maybe never

Coz I have reached the zenith of ecstacy
and have stumbled down deppression's deep sea
And so the very fibres of my heart and soul was scarred
I was devoid of freedom; a being with a bounded heart

I never did hold my hands up high
nor, amidst the excruciating pain, did I cry
for I believed in the existence of Pandora's last creature
Though it stole my sharp sight; my ticket to ridicule

I was as vulnerable as I always am
But he held true to his promise as a man
So when I finally lost the one my heart longed for
Half of me walked with him, out the door

I have been trapped in the gallows of fear
As he unconsciously ran beneath my tears
I started to question the existence of our abyss...
The abyss we found as we searched hand in hand for bliss

Though never did I regret writing our masterpiece
and experience dancing in the mist
For even if he came in an instant and went in a flash
In my senses, his scent and his aura will last

But now I'm all cried out over him
Though it may not always be as it seems
I've dug a grave of these emotions in my heart
and have closed that chapter of my life

I have felt everything there is to feel
and have recuperated from all that is to heal
but though I'm ready, I'm not willing
Falling is one thing, I don't plan doing

For now, I'll leave my heart in two
and be satisfied with indulging in blues
Though the city we once built is staring me in the eye
I won't be carried away, i won't break down and cry

All this time I believed in forever
but my faith already faltered
when I'll be able to regain it , I don't know
Maybe a century after or maybe tomorrow... Source: www.isnare.com