Mellifluous Murmurs

Finest Of The Tide

My love distances onto a rail of a path,

soon turning my everlasting quality of kidness and generosity into an explosion of a wrath.

Heaven on Earth is let alone not ideally wise and stable,

spreading my sheet of poetry onto a children's book or better yet an interesting fable.

To utterly find a prince charming is one difficult risk of throwing my heart out like a dart,

and to be given a ring with a beautiful silver carving of "never to part."

I cry a teasing shriek 

because what I want represents my acts that seek 

out into the wind of the shimmering tide 

and the plain beauty that becomes a memory to every one of us's side.

I think I am just a person on this Earth that runs 

I can't even keep up with the number of rhymes and puns! 

I fall in love with the reach of spread 

but I hope it won't lead me to hell and the next thing you know, I'll be dead

or perhaps an open book that would want to be read 

I know you inside and out, all that you've done and the things that you have said..

Even after the time you walked out, I knew the exact words that mumbled off of your lips when you said

"This is because of you,  not me, " your words retorted as you stood next to my bed. 

Today I am a person with regret 

I am trying to forget 

what you have done and the open wounds that have come 

I am trying to jumble up the things that I would like to have, or rather get

Truly, my heart has reached its terminal debt

I am not your pet!

It isn't that I am under your reach and so you can have the opportunity to trap me under a net 

No! I work my life with passion and anger. 

What you see before you is my work, my sweat.

If you're standing by the door, 

then take your goodness and go because I don't take any threats!

I hope you change, because what I see before me is a ripe fruit gone bad. 

At least not yet.