could this be love?
falling
falling
ever falling
hurting
--
running through alley ways
i came across a woman
strange hands had she
and a strange pair of eyes
she took me by my arm
and gave a cold stare
warned me quietly
“Every night say your prayers
the streets are filled with players
they play with your heart
through their glares
i am the one who fell
for their snares,
twenty years from now
‘tis me into whom you’ll turn
boys always leave you as you burn,
so from twenty years back
here i am,
don’t look for love in boys
even if it is that you desperately lack”
-
the beauty of
the rose i plucked
died within hours,
the roses in the garden
bloom still.-
hold this heart,
i give it to you,
for i couldn’t
hold it for myself.-
but who will
stay back
to clean up
the mess that
i am?
perhaps
no one,
perhaps
someone,
who will
clean me up,
to use &
abuse me
anew.-
save me a bite
of your
chocolate,
that i gave you
for your
birthday,
we’ll eat it
together-