
The Other Side of the Happy Me
It felt so good that I forgot the real deal between us. I enjoyed pretending that we are going to act and treat each other the same way after a night of being together. I was drowned into the elixir of happy endings that I forgot how to resurface and go back to the real world.
It felt so good that I loved the feeling so much. I was joyous and contented and enjoyed every moment being with him. Never have I ever thought of losing what we have because everything was so perfect. I was blinded by the perfection of the show that when the curtain was closed, the pang of misery started to take its toll on me.
He’s now away that I couldn’t even remember how to smile. I feel so sorry for myself…
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The Book without a Tale
I am a book without a tale
for people who are too shallow to tell
lot of things in me you will see
if u turn the pages and try reading me
There are funny and bitter stories
romantic and horrific, even heartbreaking memories
from the reddest morning to the blackest night
from bundles of laughter to piles of sighs
But only a few can read me through
only those who accept what I'm really into
but alas! my friend, you can never really tell
this simple book you belittle and despise
has the most marvelous stories that no any other book can provide...
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One Night Only
One-night only, we won't really know
whether it's going fade away as the sun rises
or leave traces in your body and soul
the feeling of being desired can push someone to plunge
into a deadly game of passion and forbidden romance.
One-night only, so impetuous, so heedless
despises the word tomorrow just to satisfy the thirst of the flesh
does not worry being with someone who'll leave as darkness disappears
all being wanted was to soar anywhere like a bird
or empty the bottle of ecstatic serum to its last drop.
One-night only, so arousing and yet frustrating
for someone who easily falls without even thinking
for someone with a heart as soft as a feather
for love can melt anyone's heart
even the heart of a dark king who isn't fit to be loved.
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Losing you was like drowning in the sea of darkness,
no sign of light, only those of death and betrayal...
Struggling to pull myself out to reach the surface,
oblivious of the reality that is unknown to every entity...
Will i ever surpass this unrelenting melancholy
or prolong this gasping until I meet the faceless eternity?
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