Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Drizzle Over Me I


I’ll cut holes in the ozone if it means you have one less day of rain. it’s just that the world has a funny way of hiding spots fertile enough for bodies like yours to grow roots. - Lucas Regazzi

In hope, sunshine settles to a dawn-full shady clouded sky, all I wish is for a drizzle in this not so very clear sky.

I see faces around... they intrigue they haunt, they gaze, they mock,rest taunt. Few creep in to thy infatuated heart silently unnoticed. Few forgotten, lost and found.


Consoling to thy, a misty myst a moist myth, that shall settle, once it goes wrongful right, or rightful wrong, license to presume the assuming judgmental rebels of pros and cons, now and then, yes or no, right or wrong lingers. The heart no more quarrels to thee mind that thought for seconds nestled wrestled startled settled in a lustful yet soulful forgiveness it had found among all odds of a dreadful sinful present past that breathes with a sigh of future not so long.

Still high on to thee, thy has found no rest, no peace. Not quenched yet, knowingly wanting to assure thee thy has fled away and shaken,stirred thy approaches and attempts to ruin and spoil the pleasant yet dreadful memoirs of a spoon-fed dream that fly's and surrounds. Like a bubble in rainbow infused colors. fallen down, busted into thy air, shall soon be forgotten surrendered. Thy footprints erased quicker then thought, pretty judgmental from the very time, they were born.

Oh sleep my child, dream about thee - make love to thy ecstasy of anguished heart, feel skin aiming to thy lustful dart. or off you might fall from the cupids cart.

Washed away by the rain thee goes to nothingness of nothing no more. With troublesome emotions. tears of pity, finds himself drenched and robbed to the witty. Silence now,for it aint chirpy no more. Restless has found no peace,cautiously struggles to snuggle to the core. Melted away & broken into pieces... many, heart once called thy a lover, now tags thee 'a whore'.

Together you and me - let's cherish this!...See you. See me.

Drizzle over my anguished wounds, memories of past and whispered sounds. as a nectar, drench my deserted skin, my hollow soul.

Quench my thirsty heart, if not today...tomorrow - Anonymous

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