Like the one inside my head.
On nights like this, I think about you.
How you enticed me to sell you my soul.
I don't blame you at all.
I wanted to believe your lies.
'Cause for a short time, those lies were my only joy.
But the truth did set me free,
When I finally saw through the mist.
And my tears they flow endlessly as do your silly excuses.
I am not over you yet but I will never be under your spell again.
For M.
ReplyDeleteHow stupid must a person be
to cause such feelings, sad and blue.
"I bleed, when cut", shown openly,
sincere respect would have been due.
How lucky can we others be
to see her out there in the wild,
not tucked away, still roaming free,
we watch enthralled, charmed and beguiled.
How proud she stands, her head held high
in Delhi's marshes' windswept meadows.
The storm has eased, it's end is nigh
soon will be gone its shadows.
:)
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely lines you pen.
Very kind of you.
Thank you.
Heart touching!!
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