The times of the rhyming sensations are ceased,
It's no surprise evil love has deceased -
My heart is a chamber with limited space,
Indifference got all my feelings erased.
Frail fibre is used to the memories' blade,
My thirst for your love is about to fade,
Deceiving myself is revealing the truth,
The pain of desire is easy to soothe.
Two opposite planets, two opposite spheres,
Both ruled by denying just being sincere
Will never be one due to different laws.
I have to accept it the way that it goes.
Sincerity stands for the lack of control,
And love never even existed at all.
So what does my poetry speak of, indeed?
Old scars are deprived of the pleasure to bleed.
Comments
maisie | July 14, 2011 - 22:54
very clever poetry, indeed. Some lines really speak to me: ) thanks
Highhat | July 15, 2011 - 10:26
This was a good read especially because the pain of an ended love was gone- the poem stands very well with that.
;)Pia
ScoZen | July 15, 2011 - 13:38
Ahh, April.
Such is the curse or blessing of love.
A bitter brew or a sweet wine.
Your scars will heal with time.