My Heart In Inks

vingt-six sourire

She has a pale alabaster skin with a banal eye
Her lips is her beauty spot, with a banter voice
She has an animated look which one can say it's axiomatic that she look magnificently beautiful
Her height wasn't one of her favorite fan but in all she has a bijou appearance

She is an anglo-phone with ample of warming smile
We were nothing akin in character but she is ambivalent with her emotions
One can easily be absorbed with her smile especially when she banter
Her beauty must have been from the Aladdin's cave

Her personality is blameless but yet she built for herself acropolis with her words
For she is allergic to acrimony but acquiesce to compliments
Her aglow presence makes me to addled and am getting acclumatized to that feelings

"Why're you this cute" these words took me aback and set my emotions kicking when she said those words
Feelings that accrue because of her benevolent smile and now she has become my achilles-heel
With time we became no stranger's to our emotions through acutely aware of our feelings

We were just teenagers trying to love ourselves, blatant of what the outcome maybe
Just like an adagio we kept growing together, adamant of what surrounds us
Our affair looked lovely in actuality as it did in our dreams

We could bleak to anything that could bring us apart
I could possibly brag about every moment with her
Moments of fighting for air and going down on each other
Could possibly recall her favorite lingerie, I smirked at the thoughts of gisting naked on bed with her envelope my mind

Even the blind can read about our affairs in Braille
She wasn't that brain-surgery to understand but I was ready to take my time
Have probably written many billet-doux for her but I never get to deliver them
But I hope she gets to read this

Despite living in a jagged world, she has carved a mark on my soul
A mark of permanent smile, a smile which covers hundreds of hurtful words
Our affairs wasn't exaggerating fair but we still grew a rose beautiful and colorful

Every morning bird song is a reminder of her voice
She was everything I wanted, so much that I couldn't pretend
I love her every meandered beauty to the end
Her countenance is always beckoning

I was so naive of my actions, now we are no more
I have reached the nadir of my Love life and now I do is nag about everything
I have lost every naff of writing so much that am more or less of unimportant nabob

Now all I do is to lay in my bed and remember you
All night long I think of you
In the shadows of your wing I sing a sad song
For your constant affections is better than life itself

My body desires you and my soul thirsty for you
Your heart is a place of spring I long for
For your love is as strong as death
But all this feelings are caged with my pains

I have lost my sleep to troubles of lossing you
Now i can hear my name called in the dark
Slowly am lossing my soul to the voice from afar
The walls are laughing at my misfortune and the birds sing of it
And I have painted the pictures of my monster and they look just like me

Nemesis rushing down, now life is leaving me
My heart is failing me
When the night comes, who shall bring me flowers
Tears has flooded my house and now I live in the island of my agony

Heaven's shut their doors on me and now am in hell
Purgatory has no place for me
If her kingdom is not of this world, then show me mercy
For I have grown to live in pain and shame but not in regrets

Now that you have reinvigorated me like an sibyl
I have recanted my beliefs and reiki my soul and won't give room for relapse in our rekindled friendship hoping you find peace with your inner self setting apart the fears
Until then we will live to enjoy every moment brought upon us

~Dubeix