She is sweet and enigmatic
Her walk so conspicuous
How dare I go there,
With all her enigma
This surely won't end well.
She walks towards me
And courteously asks to sit beside
I hastily agree
Words that fall from her mouth
Are nothing but pleasing,
Dropping innuendos at every given opportune.
We delight in wine and she matches me glass for glass as she seems nonchalant to its effects.
Her eyes light up the room or is it the wine taking its toll?
Her beauty lies in comparison to none that my eyes have lay upon
I sit with an aphrodite but yet
I wonder what she sees in me?
I stare at her as I fathom,
It suddenly dawns on me.
She is the kind who swallows cork for coin, The lady of the night.
That's the only conclusion I have
A woman all alone in a bar
What else could she be?
I decide to tread path on a more direct route
And arrive at point.
I ask her in whisper,what reward she will require for me to see what I was longing for?
Her dress part from her body.
She scowls as she breaks word
"Iam a Lady seeking a Gentleman"
She stands and walks away like Cinderella only this time she leaves no glass slipper,
Leaving me mortified
For I sat with a lady and only just realised it Now.
/ So much that the pain has become too prominent to hide
/ Too unbearable to even forge a smile
/ I can literally feel the ruptures resulting from my heart break
/ I can hear the nerves ripping apart
/ What remains are ruins of what used to be my heart, a heart that used to love
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Love is a cliché
/ only when done wrong.
/ A stage set right plays out
/ the best act of love.
/ My love for you is tattooed
/ in my heart and etched in my brain.
/ I thirst for your love like a Vampire
/ thirsts for human blood.
/ In your absence, I miss you but
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Heaven sent, are you?
/ I can see the light again, that's all you.
/ Brought me back from the doldrums
/ How can I ever repay you?
/ Like a doctor treating a patient from war
/ you dressed my wounds.
/ Covered my naked soul with all your love
/ He hurt me, he really did.
/ You picked up the pieces, like sign in to read more »
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