The dance...

"What are we supposed to do
After all that we have been through"
The sad song blared on
People danced with joy
Lights flashed
Drinks passed
Smoke sailed up seductively
Like the girls who danced
To get attention
But his gaze was beyond the dance floor
At the city's lights burning bright
Someone screamed "The night is young"
I am not, he thought
As always wondering at the hysteria of it all
A sad song
And people dancing in gaeity
He didn't dance
He didn't drink
He didn't lose himself in smoke
The sadness in the song was doing it to him
And he was thinking of her...

Angel

An angel

Met a devil once

And they hit off

On an even stream

The devil became angelic

and the angel wingless

The devil tore her down

Made her brown

Turned himself white

And flew

And she could only

see herself drown...

sorry...

Your tears,

Your fears,

Your sorrow,

Your sorry,

Your sleepless nights,

Sometimes I wonder,

Is this all I have to offer?

If so why suffer me?

All I wanted to do

was to build you

And I end up breaking you

time and time again

Can't no longer bear this pain

Cause when I say sorry

I know and you know,

It's a crime...

For too many times

have I said it

and it has been in vain....

The written

He sat to write,

And by writing to forget,

And by forgetting to ignore,

What had become of him..

He wrote,

Recreated it all,

And it all came back to haunt him,

Possessed him,

Overwhelmed him,

And he wasn't himself anymore

once more...

So he sat to write,

To forget, to ignore,

Once more...

Scars

Scars are like that,

Like a wound in your gums,

Like an itch in your head,

Like a deformation you can't resist seeing,

Like a lewd picture,

Like a sour pickle,

Scars are like that,

You keep going back to them...

Kiss..

"Not the lips,

It is bad"

She said,

I smiled...

A few days later,

she let me kiss her lips,

and said "I love you"

While I did...

I froze,

With those three words,

she told me all

that was inside me

I died.

Watery patterns

It was raining softly outside,

Creating watery patterns of my windshield

Once a frown, once a heart, once a tear,

We used to call it "our place",

My car, parked under a tree,

And I turned my gaze to her.

She had been reading intently for a while now,

Conversations between me and him...

She turned page after page eagerly,

I had done the best I could,

to convince him that she was the one for him,

I told her so.

After poring through those pages

with all her heart,

She put them away,

Put her head on my lap,

and whispered..

"He will never forget her"

And I heard in her heart

"He will never be mine"

I ran my fingers through her hair,

It pained to see her pain,

I turned to face the window pane,

From outside, it would look

Like there were tears in my eyes,

But it was just watery patterns of the rain.