The life was easy, serene and bliss,
For all we do was listening
To the birds chirp and the snakes hiss,
And nothing else was cunning.
But then she appeared,
Dashing with colour
And painted the life
With every flavour.
Picking up pebbles
Is no longer simple.
For she was there, treading so softly,
Extending her hand, gentle as a dove.
The music we share,
Is no longer laughter.
Goofy and Mickey
Could no longer shelter.
Instead, we feast on rue,
The melancholic piano stool.
We listened till we cry,
For the times we should have try.
Our hearts ache like fire,
Until it couldn't be more tire'.
The addition of a character,
Demolished life's structure.
Love was then a stranger
And we bonded to be Her ranger.
Your entrance into my life
Was stealthily done.
Till now you reside,
And I couldn't have it another way..
2 comments:
poet in the making,huh? mrs oh would be proud ;)
you're turning into an emo poet,oh noes.heh heh.
oh, the last person who shud read this is her man. seriously ><
duno.hope not? kaka...
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