Her

Every night that you spend with her
Is one which always belonged to me
The one you had always promised me of
A night that you always wanted

Every morning as you wake
Is one I will always wait upon
The one you shall never be able to deliver
A morning that begins without me

Every song that you hear
Is one that I was willing to learn
The one which will always be incomplete
A song that will ever be so meaningless

Every shirt that you wear 
Is one I always wanted to button
The one you said you would always let me choose
A shirt imprinted of my affection for you

Every time you drive to office
Is one I always waited for you to finish 
The one you took to fondle our future
An office which has not name

Nature's dessert

Clouds for my early breakfast
Two slices of sunshine for my morning tea

Drizzles for starter at Lunch
Hailstorms ligtening for main course
Chilled wind for my dessert

Cool breezes to my evening tea
Crunchy sunset to accompany

Twinkling stars to dine with
Milky moonlit night to drink
A silent night to rest my soul
Midnight adventures troll

Never farther

I am not pretty
I have not muscles
I read less
I am always a mess

I am not free
To choose my sexuality
To choose my individuality
But To choose Love and loyalty

I am not near
I do not hear
I could not bother
I am never farther

I am kind
I am forgiving
I am open
I am your friend forever

Rhyming

You eat poop
I will have soup
That’s quite rhyming

Now I said it 
You cannot repeat it
Just keep whining

My day shines bright
I am always right
You are always a plight

No Love

“I do not love you
I am not in love with you 
I can never be in love
I am not capable of love
I do not have love to give
I do not know if love exists
I no longer believe love can change
Love does not attract me
It is not love that matters
I cannot return love you give
I do not have love in me
Love does not bind me
Love does not make me kind
Love has left my body and soul
Love does not live inside of me 
Love does not love me
I do not love thee
Love has set me free
From you and from me”

Crumbled heart

“I see myself
Standing before you
My heart crumbling in my hand
Your wavering smile like a magic wand

I dance and I ache
To your tunes I break
Ah! What delight it is to you
Naked woman on a barbeque

To watch them stand in a queue
Waving and undressing
Craving and wailing
Over your heart untrue

Compassion gives in to passion
A heart unkind and devoid of human emotion
Love giving away to lust
Shattering alter ego to dust

Not a man but a beast you must
Die you will and you will rust
Not rest in peace or in heaven
Nor honour and liberation you shall be given”

You will lose your coven 
And receive all things worst 
Death, shame, melancholy, sickness and hunger 
From forgiveness and live away you will be driven

Your bubble of lie will burst 
You pie of beauty will crumble to crust 
Rattle and crawl and swim and slime 
You will be the ugliest worm not worth a dime

The separation

The trauma of separation
Devoured by desperation
I wait with vigour
For the morning sun to appear

Till I meet you
And you greet me too
Seated next to my arm
I nestle on your charm

Your spirit jolly and young
Stories from the world you belong
Are my window to liberation
Freeing from separation

Your Command

Painted my nails pink and rose My heart drenched yellow One you wouldn’t follow My stupid funny fellow

Your skin is yellow Golden is your brow Rose pink lips to allure Grey blue eyes to blur

My reason and my sanity My pride and my vanity Melt under your beauty Leaving me thirst through eternity

My love, where do you want me to go Sleepwalking in my dreams I follow I wonder what do you know Of my heart aching and breaking

My past quivers and shakes My body from my choices and mistakes A river of remorse flows below One you would never know

You hold my hand Wink as you walk by My obedience and silence you demand Follow you as you command

History is a thrill

History is a feast
Civics is the pill
Don't worry
I won't kill

Dates and names
You need to drill
Politics and games
Stories that thrill

Revolution in France
Started at the Bastille
While Novels were printed
Manuscripts written with a quil