The Final Poem

The stories were all told

Now they all just seem so old

Little pieces of my heart

All broken, but they call it art

All the years I’ve left behind

I will return home and call them mine

When you needed shelter in the night

I burned myself to be your light

When you needed to stay afloat

I drowned myself to be your boat

When you were standing in the midst of storm

I fought the cold to keep you warm

It is more than I can take

No more sacrifices I will make

Now I know what I have to do

This is the final poem for you

We may not be free and young

All our songs now have been sung

When was the last time that we laughed?

When was the last time that we cried?

Can we smile together one last time

Or just walk away with our pride?

When you needed shelter in the night

I burned myself to be your light

When you needed to stay afloat

I drowned myself to be your boat

When you were standing in the midst of storm

I fought the cold to keep you warm

It is more than I can take

No more sacrifices I will make

Now I know what I have to do

This is the final poem for you

I lie down empty on the floor

I’ve never felt so lonely before

I lost so much of my soul

But at least I got my heart back

I am finally out of my shell

Looking to be better than I ever was

Someday I will find myself again

My heart will be whole. There will be no pain

I’ll write letters to my heart

But not a word for you anymore

You and I, we both will dance

You with someone else. And I, with my heart

When you needed shelter in the night

I burned myself to be your light

When you needed to stay afloat

I drowned myself to be your boat

When you were standing in the midst of storm

I fought the cold to keep you warm

It is more than I can take

No more sacrifices I will make

Now I know what I have to do

This is the final poem for you

School Of Love

I have no qualms in admitting

That I have been a fool

I need to learn the ABCs

So I’m going back to school

The shiny gates are open

And they’re calling out to me

So I’ll pack my books and bag

And a student I would be

There’ll be a lot of folks there

Of varied age and size

Showing child-like eagerness

To win an elusive prize

But not all of them will be winning

A lot of them would repeat

The tests and the course

As a part of their defeat

I wish I hadn’t spent so many years

Learning all sorts of stuff

When I should really have been learning

How to grow up and be tough

I know math and physics

I have what it takes

But I don’t know how to fix

A broken heart that aches

I don’t know how to fix

An aching heart that breaks

Broken Pieces Of Poetry

There is no war. There is no destruction

No rebellion. No protests

No tragedy except the one we’re going through

No adventure. No death

We let the days pass us by

And they all look the same to me

Nothing to bring us together or tear us apart

Nothing to make a memory

Here we come. There we leave

No traces to retrace

And just like us, time will come and go

With not a moment to miss

My path will be mine. Yours will be yours

And so will be our lives

Isn’t that how it is supposed to be?

We follow the trail they left for us

Never charting our own path

Too afraid to fail or fall

Now we look in each other’s eyes

Momentarily

May be the last time that we behold

Freedom as freedom

Life as life. Love as love

Happiness as it is

When all of this will be done

I will wither and you will rot

All that will be left behind

Will be broken pieces of poetry

Her Birthday Is Coming

Her birthday is coming

What should I gift her?

I think I’d give her a watch

She likes those silver straps

Whenever she may wear it, she’ll be reminded of all the times I spent with her

Her birthday is coming

What should I gift her?

I think I’d give her a pen

She always wanted one

Whenever she may use it, she’ll be reminded of all the poems I wrote for her

Her birthday is coming

What should I gift her?

I think I’d give her a rose

A rose full of thorns

Whenever she may hold it, she’ll be reminded of all the times I bled for her

Her birthday is coming

What should I gift her?

I think I’d gift her my soul

A soul full of scars

Whenever she may see it, she’ll be reminded of all the times I died for her

Cold Heart

To temptations, I have become immune
Or am I just pretending to be so?
These words have fallen out of tune
For reasons that even God wouldn’t know

To touch, my skin has turned numb
From yearning for days and for years
To grace, I will never succumb
As long as I am surrounded by these fears

To love, I will need a transplant
My heart has grown cold with age
If there is one wish that He could grant
I would like to begin on a brand new page

Purple

My uneasy mind races to and fro
Like the pendulum of an aged clock
While my eyes rejoice in this purple show
As I watch thy fairness unlock

‘Tis not only a fault of mine
But thou an equal perpetrator
‘Tis too late to walk the line
With a lover and an unknown hater

No good now to regret the past
For an act we never did do
In this uneasy mind, your memory will last
The same ol’ memory of me and you