It isn't Revenge...A Poem by abhasThrough dozens of screams and dirty themes, Water Gods bless your eyes in my dreams, In viscous hatred my luck seems, To suck the life force of wildest dreams,
I don’t love your any more, Or is it just that I’m lying like before, Gift of guilt in your forgiveness I swore, Now shall I walk out of whose door...?
All these years we save our lives for someone else to save, But it’s more of cowardice than being brave, And I know there’s no bloody sunrise in your sky, For your wings are mine... should I fly?
If only my rudeness could pierce your heart, If only the passion could go back to the start, But mortals and angels never pray for mortal angels, So let us waste our time in figuring others' riddles,
I want to be all those people who stare at you on the street, Guess life sometimes just tries harder to cheat, I can’t take myself, away from who I am, The cold, whiskey and blood that I now damn,
It isn’t revenge, just me and you, No sugar, no salt, just pieces of heart in timeless glue, Wish I could be your moment once again, And be the one to make you feel pain,
It’s raining gloom in Melancholy Park, Statues and overgrown gardens seem to run away from the dark, The lucky stars shine in your eyes from up and above, If only you could tell how a lonely boat feels in an ocean of love.... © 2010 abhasReviews
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