I lost the key once again,
The key to my space, of life and lust.
The key, that I always keep myself with;
Today i fear, i lost it forever.
Can't imagine how she will react;
the mate i share my space with,
Voice and cries will shower my ears;
as it had ,the times before,
Or her dewy silence will mince my tender feelings,
For god sake, that never happened before.
We sought the lock and keys on a sunny day,
Beneath the shades of a PayPal tree;
The day that i will never forget,
Though it seems long gone by now.
We named the lock, the hope;
Guardian to my space
Keyed with faith and belief;
Hope holds my space alive.
Faith and belief my wings; of just and desire,
They float me across the valleys; of calm and peace.
Had lost the faith, many times before;
Regained from here or there
Coz she had belief; faith, found inside my space.
The lost and found game was on;
Can’t complain my possessiveness,
Yet the space stood opened for me;
Coz the belief, she always had.
Today belief no longer with her,
Am deserted with a key in my palm,
I found my space shut and myself lost;
Still can’t complain the possessiveness.
I fear, i lost the key forever; now i know
Why they call hope, a magical lock.
verrry goood... this one's really good...
ReplyDeleteSwell! Who says romance is dead! Nice one, mate!
ReplyDeletenice work of metaphors :) proud of u, as always...
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