"He was never yours"
Days run into nights and I lay here Clothed body with my naked soul Still watching your surprised stare Stuck in our memories, what a fool Writing poetry every other night Pouring my heart on blank sheets Searing words, sharp and bright Drawing a broken heart's beats My girls now tired of delusional stories Reading a new poetic mess each day But I can't stop writing our glories About charm and, your mannered way Running out of new words now Yet staining papers, spilling ink Ending teary eyes everyday, how? Asking myself if you ever think Feeling childish and futile emotions They warned me, "Don't you fall!" But I ignored all their red cautions Now I stay awake, waiting for a call "You deserve better," she reinforced Screaming I said, "But he is the one" Lover's delusions left her concerned How can I convey, I love him a tonne? I beg the moon and all the shiny stars Bring back the night he was but mine Skies reply, "Dear, he was never y