Disregard.

Worn down facade,

Wall paint like feelings — they fade.

Her happiness,

He thwarted.

Her birthday,

He disregarded.

He wrote her a card,

But there was no cake.

He thought long and hard,

And said,

“It’s time to part —

A decision I’ve made.”

She’s scarred,

For 4 years less than a decade.

So dead in her heart,

But alive in her head.

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Mere.

She only speaks

Of what she fears.

He only seeks

What he wants to hear.

Darkness forgets

Whatever held dear.

Perhaps when the sun rises

It’s when it all turns clear.

Leap.

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.

Fall.

Realised ’twas a bad call,

Following a bad fall.

Passion walked out the door,

We couldn’t do anything more.

Our love was bald,

There’s nothing else worth fighting for.

Love for Gold.

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.

Sold.

A life of one —

Similar to the life of a gun,

Silence by a bun,

Silent and blunt.

Potential to be done,

Doing actually none.

A life of a duo,

Precious as gold,

You can’t wait to be told,

Gotta’ dare to be bold.

Someone to go to when you’re low,

Watch things unfold — you’ll be sold.

Chance.

A hidden love;

A silent word.

Emotional glances;

Swift advances.

You ignited this fervour,

Now I’d take all the chances.

Closer.

Your scent,

The air I breathe.

My favorite temperature,

The heat you emit.

Fondness

Missing you when we’re apart.

But — we’re always apart

Since close is never close enough.

Light.

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.

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