I searched a mile of mountains to know
What despair did mean,
I felled accustomed to the failure
but my hopes never ceased
Then once did I fell in love
And betrayal knocked us broke
A little meaning did I found
But nothing much in whole.
A moment that never came
It’s meaning was encored with my existence
Never could love my own self
And Despair was within.
I couldn’t explain
how being in the between felt like,
Of assumption and thoughts could all be baseless.
I breathed doubt’s on afternoons,
And night were spent in despair.
How must love be felt?
How must be another soul dealt?
How must I be of someone else’s
When I never could love myself?
And for once I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be her ;with the placid brave heart and presuming stability or be on her and battle her streaks of hair to reach her gazed up eyes. To be able to know how her mind fluctuates with healing essences of varied thoughts and how she holds her silver words in her pursed lips. I would love to know how she is when she’s alone and how she would be when she sleeps, and I wonder if she tells me all or is there still a cave in her heart untrodden. I want to visit that, I want to visit her …..everyday.
Wickedly he smiled at all shores,
My mind slipped from another cord.
His cigars with fog of horrors
And his posture of a king’s clan.
Where his shadow casted
Was proclaimed his kingdom.
And his mane wavered with a chaotic roar.
Though such mighty was this Man of Steel,
Such Aura had his Glare,
His words were empty of truth
And his soul lacked a character.
It’s all in the core they say,
I’ve been of bad fortune then
Only have been treated cold
Valour though his appearance shades
Shallow is his Soul.