Sunday, November 27, 2011

Yellow Heels

You walk over me with your yellow heels
The hells biting into my flesh
You dig them hard with every step
Then you walk to the yellow couch and laze
You in black and a smirk on red lips
The blood stains the carper
And my blood tears soaks the cheeks
You still look beautiful to me
The pain sinks in and the smile surfaces
Those days flash in front
When we couldn't live apart
You couldn’t see beyond me
The life was perfect
You still my dreams
I would chase it till the last drop drains

Monday, November 7, 2011

The Missing Piece

I miss the whistling pines on a snowy evening
A bright sun the next day
The snowmen melting away
The cold winds traveling north
We huddled around fire making merry
I miss my innocence
The mud houses and toys
The fear of ghosts and endless prayer
Long fairy tales lasting into morning
I miss her
The nights spend beside her
The time together on the grass
Sweet nothing exchanges and stifled smiles
Years have slipped in her pain