Tag: Poem

Your Love is a Disease

My heart swells

Every time  you say

You are here to stay

 

It beats twice as fast

It bleeds twice as much

 

My heart is too frail

Too frail for your love

For your love is no ordinary

Your love is a disease

A disease so deadly

I can find no remedy

For the remedy is also you

Your love.

My disease.

My remedy.

 

My heart dies

Every time you say

You are here to stay

 

But you always

Fly away

 

My heart is too frail

Too frail for your love

For your love is no ordinary

Your love is poison

But also the antidote.

Kills my heart all the time

And revives it again in no time

Your love.

My poison.

My antidote.

 

Let Me Sing You a Song

Let me sing you a song

Happy and sad

Love song and not

Rock and ballad

Classic and not

 

Let me sing you a song

And take you somewhere far

Away from your worries

Your pain and sad stories

Let me take you away

From the world and all cruelty

 

Let me sing you a song

That will make you feel happy

And somehow reality

Will be taken over by fantasy

Just a little bit, just for a moment

A little relief, a little break from all your grief

 

Let me sing you a song

That will echo in your head

And will make you forget

The sound of tears, silent or not

The sound of kids, running for their lives

The sound of unborn babies,

The sound of a father, losing his daughter

Not to the hands of the man she loves

But to the hands of lawless men

Who got nothing, but gun on their hands

 

Let me sing you a song

That will make you remember

Never to lose hope

Never to falter

 

Let me sing you a song

Let me sing you to sleep

Let me hum a lullaby

So gentle and sweet

Let me kiss you goodnight

And bid you sweet dreams

Let me hug you tight

Till you fall asleep

And when you close your eyes

I’ll pray

For you to be safe

Till the next day break

Let me sing you a song

For now,

Let me sing you a song

Drawing


Fine lines, angles and curves

Shade, light and dark

A little bit more

I’m getting closer

A bit closer

To the image

I adore most

 

But my right hand

Started trembling

And the lines drifted

Away and away

And to deformity

It paved way

 

I need to erase

And retrace

And catch moments lost

While I slowly drifted

To the sea of mistakes,

Ocean of distress.

I’ll try again and again.

I’ll keep trying till I make it right

At least, till I make it right.

 

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