The Girl Who Broke Her Heels.
Staring at the mirrored door with second checks, She finally…
Time has long past since you left,
There’s no doubt of my heart aching.
Moments of us are all that’s left,
So I thought, till these voices came to me.
Why bring the past of the forgotten grave we shared
When we know the depth and size of a grave
Those faint voices speak loudly in my heart
As those sweet memories rush in like a wind.
On one hand is you long gone,
On the other; are voices.
Hitting so hard that I chase after my love,
‘Cos with you gone, nothing is real.
Voices get cracked with time
As memories disappear with them
An empty vessel makes the loudest noise
Hopefully, they are empty love buried
Singing its last dirge before rest
It’s over before we parted
It is over!
Right now I wonder what her thoughts would be,
With her, I felt loved for once.
It was all so real to end this quick,
With these voices, my faith’s rekindled in an instance.
I won’t deny the tale we shared
But I will remind you of the burnt crumbs lovers remain
Bitter crumbs that were blown away
Smokes pollution representing the last aroma of a burnt love
Smokes; voices arising but fading away as there is nothing to hold
As it is memories of the past.
I was taught to never forget the past,
Cos they remind us that there’s a future.
Though your love for me didn’t last,
But unlike yours, mine ain’t burnt.
There is no point pretending
Its ashes are blown away
Maybe our next life
We would be careful not to stay near the fire
That could burn the bond we share
If I could go back in time,
I would meet you earlier,
Tell you how much I love you in beautiful rhymes.
Above all, I’ll love you better.
If I could go back in time
I would have quenched the fire that burnt our bridge
Instead of weeping to the aroma of burnt love that erupted
At least its charcoal decorated the abode of upcoming lovers.