I rowed my boat onto an epitome of beauty
And the scarce feelings head down to rest.
I stirred my wheel and with the hope of treasure
and went in onto a line of zest.
Carved out like a pencil, a letter of cuts
Filled with mystery, and all the musts,
sitting on the edge of the palm tree by corner
There was another person, shading her crust.
What are you doing here, I asked.
Waiting for you, she replied
And all those feelings that I left on the boat,
were left on a loose in delight.
It's wrong, I know. Wrong to be a loose canon,
Wrong to raise hopes of your heart,
Wrong to let someone breach into it,
But sometimes, wrong is just the thing we want.
And I loaded her aboard, sliced down the anchor,
and stirred towards the land of our dreams.
The days were spent in a non-stop triumph
and the nights went as beautiful as her own gleam
It's been too long, but doesn't feel so long
It felt as if I found a new life yesterday.
It was all so smooth, a little too smooth
that I sensed the upcoming thunder parade.
The waves begin to rise, the stern began to shake
the clouds were getting darker than my past.
She held me close as she knew what was coming
But I just sat there, sitting pretty to her cast.
The days went on and the storm came to an end,
The clouds were gone, but so was she.
I looked around and tried, shouted for her name,
But I don't know why it didn't struck me.
She was already there, to the land of our dreams,
on a boat, apparently closer than mine.
It was like an anchor dropped in my heart,
felt the weight shrinking me into thus shrine.
So my collosal heart, being stopped for a while,
It acts as if he's trying to catch some breaths,
Sits across the boat that seems so alone
While it gather all its sorrows and regrets.
I guess it's afraid to let go this time,
For it feels nothing but another ruined rose.
I guess I am sad cause this time it was built
Around us and now I'm behind closed doors.
I'll wait, I'll wait, don't you worry.
I'll wait for you until you need me.
I'll wait for you as long as you don't hurry.
I'll wait, I'll wait, don't you worry.
I'm waiting for you till you realise that no one could make us happy like each other.
YOU ARE READING
A Quarrel in the Brain Park
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, at different points of my life. Hope you relate to them at some point. Also to remember, it's a collection of poems so there are many genres. See if you'll like either of them.
