LOSING GRIP
It was a sunny Sunday with a chattering crowd,
Everyone was laughing and screaming so loud,
Me on the otherhand, looked at you and smiled,
You're holding my hand, in this carnival, you'll be my guide.
We rode every rides, even with fear we tried,
"You'll see , it's fun" you said but I know you lied,
You made me scream with that roller coaster ride,
It resulted with you laughing but still by my side.
To calm myself, I sat at the bench and closed my eyes,
When I opened it I was in a huge house full of lights,
There were Santa Claus , christmas trees, and you, my love,
You're holding my hand, in this Christmas Village, we'll hug.
We roamed the place while telling stories of our past,
I grinned and told you that I hoped this will not last,
You looked at me, pinched my cheeks and smiled,
"Don't think too much, I'll love you till I die" you replied.
We saw an ice cream cart and you said you will buy,
I waited for you in the alley while the moths and mosquitoes fly,
When I realized you'll not return, in your direction I ran,
On the pavement I fell, people were looking 'cause I lost my man.
With some courage left, I stood up with my head held high,
I panicked caused I was surrounded with sand right now,
I was in a powdery beach wearing flip flops and bikini,
I saw you on the shore, eating grilled meat and succinni.
I ran to you, stared at you, and hugged you tight,
I will not ask why you left me, I don't want a fight,
You looked at me, confused , and then kissed my hair,
You're holding my hand, in this beach, we'll swear.
You happily brought me to the sea in a bridal way,
You didn't mind what other people might say,
We played with the waves until the moon replaced the sun,
We camped on the shorline while drinking beer and wine.
We lied on the sand while watching thousand of stars,
You're making jokes about us being on a back of a car,
I giggled and you tickled me hard while saying I love you,
You stopped, I turned my back and said " I love you, too".
Someone called my name, I woke up from a trance,
I was outside our house wearing my sleeping pants,
Tears were flowing from my eyes into the papers on my lap,
I was only staring on memories they called photographs.
I prepared a drum and put some coal and fire,
I was planning to burn the pictures full of lie,
I hold them tightly for an hour before I sigh,
I'll lose my grip, my love, it's time to say goodbye!
