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MY BLEEDING HEART
The journey to the grave end has never faded from my mind.The wounds are still fresh as if the whole journey that traumatized me occured just the other day.The daily lucid dreams of our memories together,the promises and much more render me hopeless,they make me not to believe in fine speeches just like the run away bee had plenty of them.
I have cried till no more tears roll down my cheeks.I used to believe that such things can never make a man to cry but I was wrong.You only come to realize how painful it is when the bee stings you.The honey with the royal jelly that I went for was stolen even before I could chop a fair amount to myself.
I never knew that love could be so heartless and brutal until we clashed in the middle of romance.I now believe that love comes slow and goes so fast.The treasure that I adored disappointed me in the face of many.I have lived a decade of loneliness and regrets because I had become so much addicted to her.I swear she was the best caption ever.
This particular one whom I devoted myself to,gave her all the attention and affection too but she never realized it at all.She was just but a passing glance,she faced west and never looked back.Only if she could have realized that where she was headed to was dark orange,the sun was setting;then she could have turned back.
I wished I could have advices her that a rolling stone gathers no dew but I never found that opportunity.I know that she does not have sleepless nights as I do but her mind is still with me.She only left because a more lucrative chance turned up,some hidden premonition assures me she will come back one day.
It is not in vain that she left me,one day she will come flashback and give me a second thought and I know she will rush back to the old gold mines where the managers heart still bleeds.It is really sad that I lost her,the cute Wendy,but I know she will come back.The bleeding wound shall be well.
© CrazyPoet scripted
I have cried till no more tears roll down my cheeks.I used to believe that such things can never make a man to cry but I was wrong.You only come to realize how painful it is when the bee stings you.The honey with the royal jelly that I went for was stolen even before I could chop a fair amount to myself.
I never knew that love could be so heartless and brutal until we clashed in the middle of romance.I now believe that love comes slow and goes so fast.The treasure that I adored disappointed me in the face of many.I have lived a decade of loneliness and regrets because I had become so much addicted to her.I swear she was the best caption ever.
This particular one whom I devoted myself to,gave her all the attention and affection too but she never realized it at all.She was just but a passing glance,she faced west and never looked back.Only if she could have realized that where she was headed to was dark orange,the sun was setting;then she could have turned back.
I wished I could have advices her that a rolling stone gathers no dew but I never found that opportunity.I know that she does not have sleepless nights as I do but her mind is still with me.She only left because a more lucrative chance turned up,some hidden premonition assures me she will come back one day.
It is not in vain that she left me,one day she will come flashback and give me a second thought and I know she will rush back to the old gold mines where the managers heart still bleeds.It is really sad that I lost her,the cute Wendy,but I know she will come back.The bleeding wound shall be well.
© CrazyPoet scripted
