Confined, held up,
Handcuffed in his rage,
I lay, terrified,
Crumpling under his gaze.
Why?
No answer pops out.
Why? Oh, why?
I still feel vague.
Wondering,
Along the strands,
Of time,
Along the days,
Of mirth,
I reach a point,
Of no return.
I wonder,
Where did you,
Take the turn?
Where?
It's all foggy, still.
Looking,
Into your eyes,
I find no clue.
A masquerade,
Of emotions,
You play your part well.
You ain't any amateur,
I know.
Yet, why?
I ponder on.
Why?
Handcuffed in his rage,
I lay, terrified,
Crumpling under his gaze.
Why?
No answer pops out.
Why? Oh, why?
I still feel vague.
Wondering,
Along the strands,
Of time,
Along the days,
Of mirth,
I reach a point,
Of no return.
I wonder,
Where did you,
Take the turn?
Where?
It's all foggy, still.
Looking,
Into your eyes,
I find no clue.
A masquerade,
Of emotions,
You play your part well.
You ain't any amateur,
I know.
Yet, why?
I ponder on.
Why?
Why?
Why am I being poisoned,
With love? Oh, Why?
Why am I being poisoned,
With love? Oh, Why?
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You know how to paint all the colours of love, dear Sash...and this one is no less a revelation.. I wondered about masochistic, and then again it isnt, its the sheer intensity and the twisted view that begs me to wallow in the intensity of it all...
ReplyDeletePoisoned with love...wooaahhh!!
Masterstroke..
Loved it!
terrific.
ReplyDeleteGood one. But the pic is misleadin. Perhaps, you can change it I guess. Jus a suggestion.
ReplyDeleteKeep it rollin;)