A song playing on the beaches of Miami
or a valley found in between the mountains
of the moon;
a kid thrilled for an endless roller coaster ride
or a beautiful coincidence happens
on a wistful day.
However, you failed
to keep these gifts from nature in mind.
Let's forget it and imagine
a kite in the rainfall or a tree
in the summer winds
— my soul has felt that pain;
a missing piece of a puzzle
or a poem waiting for the title
— my life is going through the same.
Everyone is someone;
I am, certainly, what you just imagined.
From the moment,
I looked into your mesmeric eyes,
it was clear they would leave me
in the middle of nowhere,
yet I pulled myself in and took the risk
worth not taking.
Now, I am away from home, friends;
digging up our vows in the graveyard of tears
(somewhere in the beginning of my end.)
And you are on a new road
to do the treason with the hearts
you live in
yet forget not to cover up the tracks
blood red hands
with dust of your white lies.
White lies, little lies are all deceit. So true as you write that a liars tracks have to be covered. But so mush negative energy manifests within that one.
It is a sad tale you write here, but in a wonderful way it makes it a joy to read, as always my friend