Liquor stain,
Wash away the pain,
Blurred faces,
It's you my soul chases.
Ah! Eternal divinity,
It is the music's infinity,
Future, present, past,
How long will this song last?
Who you are I do not know,
Hips swaying,
Approaching,
Slow,
Grab my hips,
Kiss these lips,
It is all so ecstatic,
Music and feelings,
My thoughts go erratic.
You could say my jumbled mind is a balloon,
Letting itself be dragged into the typhoon,
Carried, smiling, by the breeze,
My loneliness is finally at ease.
The effect does not last,
My worth is a made up past,
Made up by the cold drinks,
Whose effects disperse in a blink.
I worry you'll wake up tomorrow,
Just as I, heart-felt sorrow,
Trickling beads of sweat,
And heart full of regret.
God knows I will,
Not because of you,
But because of me.
The moon knows who I really am,
The Stars in my empty sky
They are but a scam,
I am telling you, it is all a dry lie,
And they know, but no one gives a damn.
I am tired of people talking about it,
And assuming I'm worth shit,
And my falling head just wants to rest,
Inside a guarded, safety nest,
So raise your glass,
Let's drink to who I was,
Let's drink to everything,
And to my broken, butterfly wing.
My throat burns,
And there is something so appetizing about it,
My heart burned,
But it doesn't anymore.
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Excerpts From a Lonely Heart
PoetryYou are holding my heart. Peel off a layer - there lays an enigmatic labyrinth. Dig deeper, and you will come face to face with a mystifying puzzle. The thing with a heart is that it does not only go deeper. It is such a dynamic complexity that it...
