Tea in a coffee
The limits of my saucery,
You can call it heaven.
The next day,
In a cone,
The limits to
The romance I show.
The stairs to eternal happiness
that you yearn for,
You always appeared to be someone
Who stepped to the fore,
As I bid adieu to the moments
well spent in fun, laughter and affection,
Admit it, you and I felt a deep sense of connection,
The differences we had, just like any other relationship,
were true and pinching.
The arguments we exchanged led
Ill-fated events inching.
I still remember you taught me
to take dead ends in form of happy memories.
And as I apologize again, I wonder if
This bond too, for you, from beginning was a happy ending?
I never knew opening myself to someone like you
Would make me lose something that so beautifully grew
Had I known the consequences,
Had I known the pain I have caused you,
I would have taken care
I would have made myself more aware
You don’t have to understand my point of view,
But please don’t tighten the noose,
Because only true things face the bitterness
So, I am here, writing this piece and dedicating to the bond,
That has ended in your mind and heart,
And to let you know somethings have no end,
Somethings go on even with a loose end,
And sometimes there are no happy dead ends.
The promises made, shall be delivered,
Even though the bond for you has withered.
We were never a temporary phase
That is neither you, nor me, are those who stray.
For the one last time, forgive me,
And accept me for me, and let me accept you for you.
Who will my beautiful roses?
The limits of my saucery… clever, love it.
such saucy word choices! very cute.
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Soft, Breathless Kisses. Waves Rocking Our boat. Four heartbeats, Four waves, Four knots. Dancing On top Of the waves. 2 lovers, 2 oars, 4 eternity. With The sound Of the sea Pulsing in our ears And The red glowing sunset ahead, We’ll sail on.
It’s never going to be. It just was. The dreams she had Have been eternally frozen. It was always going to be, Though it was far too soon. And I only see her now In moments unchosen.