P.S I Love You

The things you do make me love you more;
each day and everyday.
Your sweet smell lingers;
even when you not near.
Kiss me each morning and night - I pray.
My smiles are for you - forever.
I miss you.


P.S I Love You.

I win each time I think of you

Freckles of time lead to my destiny

Lost in space of intellectual commotion

Hunger for better and more

I destroy the pristine being

Blind me from my worldly material pleasures

Deliver me calm and peace

Let me be born again to be nurtured by your love

Let the labour plays its game while destiny watches

Your  touch soothe my edgy nerves

Each time you kiss, reprieves me

Your love extracts me from the race

I win each time I think of you

Bleeding Lover

Patience I can't keep
I am walking now
My bleeding heart cries loud
You my pain now
I look back over my shoulder
To catch you cry now
I have left you behind
You my memory now
Your love seeps out
I am dead now

Phone Love

 

 

Day breaks

I check my phone

I search for your sweet messages

Disappointed, I flung it

It breaks into thousands pieces like my heart

Can’t fit the pieces

I wish I could glue them with my blood

Labyrinth of emotions

Gloom abundance

I wait for dusk to kill pain

I sleep and smile

Poison takes over

Bad Love

 

 I fly right into the storms eye;

You wretched smile, desiring me to die.

I try to be wise and live a clean life;

Your demons scheme to slit my throat with rusted knive.

You do things that makes me cring and cry;

I would never forget you even in my grave dry.