Sometimes love can be cruel, very cruel. My inspiration for this song/ poem is from a sad love story that left the girl dead! Read here for more information.
I am at the park sitting on the bench
Looking at the lovers kissing and caressing
Your thoughts came gushing, pushing old memories
I hold my tears but weeps inside helplessly
If not for your false pride,
We would have made it thru’ the tide
Rerunning our past in black and white
A foreseen wretched playwright!
You flirt with my innocence
And I failed to notice the incoherence
Confusion and treasons you create
The unnoticed love’s tailgates
Like the falling withered leaves
someday my memories will cease
I’ll learn to sail on my own
And learn to manure thru’ the currents
I’ll set out anyway to conquer thee
‘coz we were never meant to be
You’ll no longer be remembered
Nor those words will linger!