I perish because of the beginning
The freeborn unknown you gave meaning
I perish because the story was written
With a prophecy to end us broken,
then shattered,
and lastly
purely smitten
Sometimes I wish to go back
To the moment our fingers were drawing apart
I really wish to hear the echo of my words
"I love you. Forever remains the memory of us."
But I don't go back
Even if it's the plan
I may never hear my lips say those words
Even if they can
So, I'm caught in-between the moment
Of love, pain, euphoria....
Your smile, laughter and precious frown....
Playing over and over again
Cursing and blessing my heart
Singing lover and traitor to the art
Storming me into and out of nightmares
Then rocking me to an Elysium you spared
Really, many a time, I wish to go back
To the moment our fingers were drawing apart
I die to hear the echo of these words
"I love you. Forever remains the memory of us."
But, I just won't go back
Even if it's really the game plan
I'd never hear my lips say those words
No matter how much I wish they can
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
