DEPTH OF MY FEELINGS – III

The soul stayed afresh, somewhat crushed. Writhed of its penitent, patient miseries. Limping from side to side it opened its eyes and looked, just looked one last time. At the troubling features, a final glance at the love that still beckoned forth. At the cruel ages of solemn setiments thrown at him from all. He wished. For a wish. He finally accepted defeat at the hands of himself.
He surrendered to the cause.
As he lay awake, smouldering. Shouldered by indefinite discourse. Pillage by the pain. Savaged by utter melody of the one voice. The voice that should make me search for peace. Instead I wait. I wait for the never ending paradigm to shift the focus of time.
Time, the mischievous little fairytale founder that began the end of longing. Crossed itself by as I lay to waste in her eyes. As I dwelled in silence between her words. And waited for a kiss back.
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Depth of my feelings – II

 

The lights were dimming fast, thoughts perishing as they went. A meticulous merry mark of mischievous matrimony

Scarred in places, reborn with paces

He touched her hands ever so slightly as she reflected on the riches of her guilty pleasures.

Once deflected of the most unclear joys he perched his sorrows on ulterior grounds.

Searching in the brisk moonlight, putting out his hand in the scorching moonlight

Unearthly forgetfulness centered around one such dissonance

Truth be told, it never went so far but ever so further

Crossing oceans of agonizing happiness he pulled her close and dipped inside her inner sanctum

Marching past disbelief, he somehow felt at home

Upper and lower, near and far. I saw but a raging fire trapped inside a little jar.

I crept ever so gently across the promised lands

I received solace as I felt her’s in my hands

She smiled ever so calmly while she cried a raging river

The sorry little poster child finally reached under my skin

 

Depth of my feelings

Sometimes things that are so close are just so far away. It hurts so much. It burns in a bundle of cold writhing memories. Tearing inch by inch into nothingness until you’re just left too beyond.
Caressing a soft black flow that scars way past just ever so subtly
Baring, in layers. Sweetened thoughts. Sorely spoken since.
I was crying, ever so gently from oblivion. The red sweet feeling of the sour sobriety hit me ever so gently as I touched her lips. She held me with the dull sensation of forever belonging. I cried. I cried. As I caressed her dry.
I’ve always wondered, with my hands around her face. Ever so solemn the feelings that race.