Friday 24 April 2015

THE GRAVEYARD...

Sun is out,

So I'm up.

Tired though from the battles I have had to fight in the night,

Alone though,

With my subconscious,

And thoughts of you.

Day's started,

And I know not what I am required to do,

Expected to do,

If not sit here and cry for you.

Another name on the list,

Another epitaph on the graveyard that is my soul.

Here lies the man full of lies,

The lives you took,

The joys you killed.

Your death shouldn't come as a shocker,

But no.

Why so?

When the happiness I took,

Was all spared for you.

The lyrics to a beautiful song,

Transformed into sadness so deep you could cut with a knife.

And watch the blood flow so peacefully,

A joy I am yet to see,

Feel,

You in ways I thought we both would.

Didn't we say we would dance forever?

Under the sun or in the rain?

High and low and wide and thin.

Lay your hand on my waist,

Spread my arms out, let me fly.

Replay the titanic.

I opened my eyes,

And nothing but the iceberg,

Cold like your heart,

And my warm smile, slowly turned upside down.

The sun is out,

And I am up,

But the cold in me,

As real as the iceberg.

Let me die a cold death,

Another on the list of deaths,

In the graveyard that is my soul.

 

 

 

Thursday 16 April 2015

PAS DE DEUX...

The battles I have to fight have caught up with me,

Crying doesn't seem to cut it,


Deep like the fear of seeing tomorrow,

Will I like him?

Will he still love me?




Will he remember the violin tune?

 A sound I thought was long gone,

One I thought I'd never hear again,

The sound we danced to, all day, everyday.

Will he still remember the dance?

Will he pick the cue?

Are you still the one for me?

Promises we made,

Still fresh if you asked me.

Leaving you behind would mean I should start a new journey,

A new one, that I cannot take without you.

I don't want to.

Please don't make me.

Every tune brings me to you.

Don't say anything,

If goodbye is all that's on your tongue.

It's a taste I hate.

Long not to know.

Did I fail the test?

Am I not the best dancer you longed to be with?

A sole ballerina, I refuse to become.

My pas de deux,

Ne me laissez pas danser seuls.

Don't let me dance alone. 

Yesterday everything seemed alright.

I was so sure I would love the idea of facing tomorrow.

I thought time healed all wounds.

All it did was open mine I thought were long healed.

My heart begs me to stop in my tracks.

I long not to move forward.

Fear engulfs my heart.

Worry, my constant company.

Friday 10 April 2015

THE RED VELVET ROPE...

I held on for so long,

Long enough to let my feelings known,

long are the nights I sat up,

Deep in thought.

I did not know how to go about it.

Like a baby,


My first step was filled with excitement and fear alike.

Like the candle in the dark,

I knew,

I just knew no matter how dark it got,

The darkness wouldn't blow out my light.

Light.

It got dim sometimes.

Many times.

And every time,

I got weaker.

I kept holding on to the red velvet rope.

Soft to the touch,

Stronger than I ever thought it would be,

Could be.

There are days I was to afraid to make the first step to make my day.

Always hiding in lyrics,

Saying,

Telling myself I shouldn't shine too bright,

That it was only meant for them.

Oh my boots are on,

Tight like the rope you hold out at me.

It's been hanging here long.

About time I took the knot and tied it.