MYSTIC FOOL (POETRY SEQUEL)
As I was driving through the mystic road
I imagined what would it be like if he's here
To breathe freely whenever he's near
To be easy because I have no fear
Of Course he's not here, he will never be here
But we'll see each other soon, you see?
For I will go back to the cliff where he confessed his love for me
To the cliff where hope fades and tragic is as bitter as a black coffee
I reached the place and climbed to the stairwell of heaven
For thy love is waiting for me again
Then my heart was beating faster than I could ever imagine
And the wind was slowly dancing, prancing for a man that was standing
It was him, wasn't he?
My steps got closer to the man at the edge of the cliff
I touched his shoulder then the body became stiff
Sparks rushed through my fingertips then turning his back, it was another man I see
"Who are you?" He asked me
I was confused with the face bound before thee
His eyes were piercing right through my very soul
Then suddenly, I was caught up in a trance of my own
The photograph of me and my love that I was holding suddenly flew
Dancing into the air like a spell was casted through
Wide Awake I now reached for the thing
The only surviving thing my love has left for me
On the edge of the cliff I felt two hands grabbed my waist
Before I fall deep down the raging waves of the sea, the photograph disappeared through the haze
Close enough for me to be with you
But there was no chance as my wish never came true
So I sobbed into the arms of the man that saved my life
"Why did it have to be you!" I cried and I cried a hundred of times
"Hush my dear, I'm with you."
I stopped as my heart beat again became faster too
I am with a stranger which of course I never knew
Then I said sorry and freed his arms that was locked with me
"No, don't be" He said like his words were so true
He wiped my face, a face of a fool
"Why do you have to leave me, my dear?" I said to myself
"You know a stupid ring wouldn't do"
As I stare at the moon a voice whispered through the wind
"Don't take your life, take my love and don't die."

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Tragedy at the Cliff
PoesiaLife is perfect with love until you see the reality. Love is nothing without a tragedy. ~ A one of a kind Story-Poetry