Love looks not with the eye but with the mind,
And is therefore winged Cupid painted blind.
Of everything I’ve done, I’ve no regrets.
The sun of our memory never sets.
Although we weren’t perfect, I was happy and content.
For a brief while, I was convinced you were heaven sent.
Countless times I’ve wished upon countless stars in shooting skies
Only to realise miracles are nothing but star-spangled lies
Life Goes On
I’m not sure when it all began
That pivotal moment of change
It’s pointless to try understand
A world so strange.
Fairy tales are not written for me
And failure comes at no surprise
I cannot defy the gravity
Of Love’s demise.
I look to others with a green-eyed envy
Wishing I too can be master of the Art
My dreams are rejected, instead I carry
A broken heart.
Alone and wary this warm October eve
I glance up but there’s no star to wish upon
My inside is crushing, still, I make-believe
that life goes on.
Dark murderous clouds loom over my head,
I walk on roads where angels fear to tread.
Enveloped in a mist of midnight chill
The night’s just begun; my breath I hold still.
I look to the ageless Nox and bemuse
This sordid misfortune and its abuse.
The cards are dealt, my fortune is at war;
What I used to take for granted, no more.
Fingers brush against the broken compass.
Heart beats in panic, I cannot dismiss
The suffocating feeling of being
Lost. My courage is rapidly fleeing.
Introspectively I pause, and wonder
If there will be rainbows post the thunder.
I often find myself in search of meaning.
In my increasingly irrational existence,
Knowing too much is a dangerous thing.
I fear I’ve succumbed to resistance.
If only ignorance can be disguised as bliss,
I would gladly spend my life unaware
of the many treasures and happiness
resting beyond my reach somewhere.
Instead, every morn I wake and face
a monotonous eight to five scene.
I wish I have the power to replace
the sun, moon, and all that’s in between.
Imagine in a parallel universe
where mistakes are few and petty;
I won’t be subject to loneliness’s curse
and misfortune is but a hyperbole.
It is time to put life under review
and reflect whether this is truly for me.
Am I strong enough to push through
the sorrow of this soliloquy?
Or will the Will fizzle and burn,
and see my efforts in vain –
lest fortune’s wheels never turn
once in my favour again.
Short 'n Sweet
I can’t eat or drink or sleep.
A forever December I can’t keep.
I’m terrified that a love like this
In this lifetime won’t repeat.
Lying next to you, our fingers intertwined;
wondering if you believed that love was blind.
Despite my efforts I cannot win
This game of chance, my patience runs thin
The only winning move is not to play
Foreveralone is where I stay