Writings of a Phobophobe.
Grabbed some gin,
And tobacco by tins.
Going for a spin,
After an awful din.
All I wanted was to win,
Gambling was my only sin.
Lost it all, not even a lint
Left for me, no hopes to pin.
I leapt – all I saw was blue and green,
“Drink like a fish,” says Jim Beam.
Forgetful I am, of yesterday’s dreams
I’m now just a fish without a fin.
Desperate and unable to swim,
Repaying my debt, my life cost a mint.
The last of my grin,
Now gone with the wind.
Issues on a roll,
We’re on all time low.
I said,
“There’s still some rice on the bowl.”
He said,
“Don’t let the food run cold.”
Now we will go real slow,
But baby, we will reach our goal.
Toward atoll she will roll,
For a gold for the soul.
A requirement for bravery,
All she will touch be lined silvery.
The heart bleeds as it yawns,
For she will never settle for bronze.
A hidden love;
A silent word.
Emotional glances;
Swift advances.
You ignited this fervour,
Now I’d take all the chances.
Emotions,
She was trying to hide.
Been a year,
Waiting to subside.
Insecure,
Desperate for a guide.
Perhaps a man like him,
To bring her light.
Love is,
Being with a simple person
With an extraordinary soul,
Who makes simple things
Feel like extraordinary experiences.
Locking eyes,
Locking lips.
May our kisses be filled,
With trueness of feelings;
Withdrawal be prolonged,
With passion lingering.
Never once in the future,
Be a regimental action
Of a set of programmed responsibilities;
Or be forgotten amongst negativity.
Color me yellow,
If you see the bellows turn mellow.
Color me red,
If you see anger and is not afraid.
Color me blue,
If you see a solemn soul that is true.
Color me beautiful,
If you can take all yellow, red and blue.
Be not like a flower —
It expires when it withers.
Perhaps be like creepers —
Undying and unrelentless.
Or maybe be like water —
Adaptable and renews in cycles.
Hold me tight and don’t let go,
But they say, “Easy come and easy go.”
He may write a heartfelt card,
He may vow, “Till death do us part.”
But it’s not about who stays or who parts,
It’s about who stays till the last of my heart.
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