Maybe in another
lifetime…
We could have
been painted by Da Vinci (*laugh*)
For, DAMN, we
were good together:
Had the kind of
bizarre happy
That would make
‘The Notebook’
Pale in soppy
relevance!
But I’ve learnt
the hard way…
Even the
picturesque Mona Lisa
Doesn't smile
Go figure!
We spoke in code
Our secret
language…
We were that tied
at the hip together
But even the
firmest of ropes
Gives in to
pressure
‘If I give you
love…’
Funny how it
became our song
When we are no
longer together
I didn’t hear
much of it then (wink)
But now I can
hear it from miles
As it drags with
it nostalgia that makes me blush
You haunt me
And I have no
power to fight you…
Don’t think I
really want to
It is a
constantly exhausting losing battle
So I’m re-writing
my fantasy
It will make
Cinderella story
Pale in
comparison
Because in this
my tale,
I will mould my
fate:
I will shape it
artistically,
To fit the core
of each crevasse in my soul
I’ll fill each void
That continues to
be cut off air
Every time I see
you!
I’ll tether my
heart
Barring it from
roving
Lest it catches
feelings!
I'll structure
this fantasy
On the blueprint
of ma needs!
© October 2012
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