…bordering inappropriate…
i was blessed with a very sweet and lovely sun,
but instead of thanking her for the day that was,
and continued to look forward
and grow..
i chose to tell tales of if’s and but’s,
that angered and offended her
ever pure and chaste heart.
and my once
immaculate intentions
are now tinged and
cloaked with guilt and shame.
Was it me to be blamed for?
was it my innocent, mute
mind? (that now
shouts for pardoning)
my lips,
(that failed to express
the introvert feelings
of its Lord heart?)
my bold tongue,
(in which gasping for the sincere utterance,
carelessly hurled
words of thorns
that cut thru the delicate
strings of her true
but intricate feelings?)
my thirsty animal being?
my cold corpse,
(which longs for life,
for the heat of her warm love..)
my sinful limbs
(which tried not to
defile her sacred earthness,
but to warm her
from the solitude chill;
and to protect
and keep her in my wings.)
would you not offer me
your arms anymore?
if I ask you to fly with
me during the night?
are you now deaf to
your seraph’s call ?
do you not love
your man anymore?
-sleepless anonymous
(this is one of the good old memories of how i won her back during one of our major cool-offs, by writing this poem.and i pretty much doubt if it would be effective this time..though hope is still there..maybe i'd try reliving the extrovertness-in-pen of myself so i'd feel a lil bit of fulfillment in this tiny blogs)
Comments (1)
wonderful poem. loved it.