Tag: love

There’s a rush of roses
And sweets smearing my hands!
After all this time, I don’t think
My heart still understands –
It’s wary, yes – it’s unsure –
It’s much quieter than before;
It lies, in tremulous wait,
Of what lies in store.

But there’s still a rush of want,
There’s sex and there is hope,
So It quietly believes, still,
That it can cope
With whatever the future brings:
Sweets and roses, or bitter thorns,
A flight upon angel wings,
Or an impaling on demon horns.

Silly thing, why can’t it give in –
To life and all the lessons learnt
And the dreams, of a few years ago,
That now lie wasted or burnt?

If we ever stop talking,
Just send me a song;
Convey your emotion;
This way won’t take long.

There will be a tune
And the lyrics will soothe:
They’ll talk of the moon
And ease my mood.

I’ll read between lines;
I’ll imagine your face;
It’ll tell me things
That earn you grace.

I’ll hear your reasons,
In moments of rhyme;
And music will guide me,
Back and forth through time.

And when you do speak,
The hurt won’t be so strong;
So, if we ever stop talking,
Just send me a song.

They come with caresses,
With promises of lies,
Maybe then they don’t know
What they started, dies;
They come with hope and more,
Ambition and desire,
They write “always” in texts,
With fast fingers on fire.
They may think they do mean
All that they type and say,
They may even believe
Their professed love will stay.
But little do they know,
In time, they all shall sleep,
While I struggle with all
They have failed to keep.