Withering Petals
In the words of the African poet, Kwesi Brew
"We have come to the crossroads
And I must either leave or come with you.
I lingered over the choice
But in the darkness of my doubts
...
And I saw in your face
The road that I should take."
Such an uncompromising picture he drew
We truly have come to the cross-road
and so much has happened already
Your eyes are partially defiled with anger
I can't help but wonder
how much pain you can take before you break
before you explode with gloomy giggles and secret sighs
the ones you hid so I wouldn't feel your hostility
Does love really grow this cold?
I knew this reality nonetheless
but the shades of grey couples played intrigued me
probably the pain kept me awake from total oblivion
into the utopian promise of love and romance
even Aphrodite knew better
not to mix love, sex, and beauty
I had so much hope for us
to break free from the temperature fall of love
from hot to cold and then the end
does it always have to be like this?
or we haven't figured out love beyond that?
can we not love each other beyond chance, moments, and emotions
Your arms were once my safe haven
that I run away to from the arrows
the world threw at me
and now it has become my tomb
your presence was like heaven
that always gave me assurance
and now it has become my hell
I want to run so much from
your smile brightened so much of my day
and now a thick dark cloud that drenches me in sadness
a heartache in my chest my hand cannot reach
to calm down and relieve it of its pain
how so easily did love become this cold!
my voice annoys you so much now
no longer the bird you want to hear sing
at the early morning wake
My wisdom that once guided you safely
is now foolishness and comedy to your ears
and now you run to my enemy to shed your tears
all that we struggled to build is withering
do you not see?
or are you neglecting it because you want a way out?
If things don't work out, I will still cherish what we had
And hope you find the love I wasn't able to give you.
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