The hands in my Pockets

The hands in my pockets

Are of the man that I first fell in love with

The man whose kiss is the first I ever had

The hands of the man who  wrapped them around me

 

The hands in my pockets

Are of the man who was my first attraction

The man who my heart first fell for

The hands of the man on whose shoulders I rode

 

The hands in my pockets

Are of the man in whose embrace I fell asleep

The man who never failed to kiss me a good night

The hands of the man who woke me up the next morning

 

The hands in my pockets

Are of the man who I lay my dreams on

The man who I drew my future from

The hands of the man who I’ll ever lay my trust on

 

The hands in my pockets

Are of the man that I’ll always love

The man that I’ll ever and always look up to

The hands of the man whose shadow I shall forever follow

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Painful Sweet Fascination

Is it powerful? I hope it is

I desire you to feel its may

Is it strong? I trust it is

Put up on it as long as you wish

 

It is made-up to last, I wish it does

For you to ride on it forever

It is supposed to stay, I pray it will

For you to take pleasure in it for ages

 

High and low it goes; it’s alright

Presents to you a variety of it

Soft and harsh it comes; that’s okay

Just feel it, as it comes

 

It is so sweet yet it hurts; that’s about it

Know that it isn’t uncomplicated

It sooths so far it is bitter

Be taught how to appreciate it

 

It’s the portion of Love

A symphony to behold as it lasts

It’s the charm of love

As it is, I give to you

Fuck, I got a life

You thought…

I’m just a stranger, assuming a faceless

I’m just no one, probably one of no worth

I’m just one of the other, perfect fit to the list of had that

I’m just a passerby, you didn’t really bother

The reason you chose to mess around with me

 

You made me look as if…

I’m just a passing cloud, heavy of no significance

I’m just a few raindrops, over a vast dry land

I’m just a dying stream, sand filled and rocky

I’m just a once existing rainforest, with no hope of new life

The reason you chose to wait, and watch me die

 

You should know that…

I’m sick and tired of always having to bow

I’m sick and tired of always having to please

I’m sick and tired of always having to beg

I’m sick and tired of always having to follow

And I can’t stand you no more

 

And this too…

I’m no longer afraid of being a stranger anymore

I’m no longer scared of the dark of the barren street

I’m no longer shaken of standing alone by the edge

I’m no longer wary of being me, myself

Coz I got my life with me; a whole lot to live

Nowhere to be found

He always looks up the skies

Looking at the stars, as they are covered by the dark clouds

Waiting,

Waiting for some Love; long lost love.

 

Where is the love of his life?

That left long ago.

Whose energy he still feels

But is nowhere to be Found; nowhere to be seen

 

He patiently sits at the bench by the drive

Anxiously as he aims to wait for his lost love

Someday,

Someday his love will show up.

 

Where is the love of his life?

That used to make a tight grip around him.

That let him ride on its shoulders

That has now left him weak and afraid.

 

He sadly looks at the old photos of his love.

The sad reminder of a love now gone

Forever,

Forever never to show up.

 

Where is this love that he is so much waiting for?

That he so much expects to have again.

That is supposed to light his soul again

That is supposed to love forever.

That is endless