Monday 31 December 2012

A girl I knew ( who’s lost her life to "love" )



The shore awaits his coming
and it is her nature to wait

Wait, for her love to come back

from the farthest lands

Beyond oceans and time

the setting sun far in the horizon

sends her a message
tonight is dark than the darkest                     
While the waves hit on her
and keep hitting her

sometimes a nudge, sometimes a pull

If only they could ward her away
or take her to him
something keeps telling her of her foolishness
Trusting blindly is foolish
how does she know he’s gonna come back?
Come back for her?
And even if he does ... Will he come with a warranty
that he is what he was?
She knows the truth but would never want to face it
The small lump of softness within, bleeds
She bleeds love
and

She is now helpless!
R.I.P

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