him
of all the love, lust and passion,
drained my heart is now,
as you walked away from me,
to the open hands of your new found love.
her
in your eyes, i see the passion
in your words, i find the love
resting in your arms,
i know what falling in love means.
him
in your eyes, i see the plague
of my questions of your past
but for once, listen to my heart's say
“I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees…. ”
of all the love, lust and passion,
drained my heart is now,
as you walked away from me,
to the open hands of your new found love.
her
in your eyes, i see the passion
in your words, i find the love
resting in your arms,
i know what falling in love means.
him
in your eyes, i see the plague
of my questions of your past
but for once, listen to my heart's say
“I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees…. ”
the last line by Pablo Neruda, “Every Day You Play”, from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair(1924)
P S : Creating my own ways in writing.. broken heart and new found love..
PPS : Thanks to my
PPPS : I am bored.