I bloomed too early he bloomed too late to top it all we both had star crossed fate.
Crying interrupted for three hours, unabashed is liberating, my final goodbye to my unspoken, un mourned past, that never ever caught up on…
But, I mumbled; you argue too much they said, on issues not meant for your poor little nut, that’s how I got shut up.
Love crashed on your shore, got nurtured by strangers; your shore was no more.
Flames of greed, power, criminal machinations rampant, while ordinary folks suffer, cower in silence.
Clueless, weaving back and forth through fine over lapping boundaries, hope dangling by your look incomprehensible, any brownie points for…
Beautiful, strong, frail and wronged, guileless helped, goodness shamed, browbeaten to pieces, for insincere just a game…
It was misfortune, the page unturned, our love was scripted on that unread last page, unbeknownst to us.
He: ‘are we going to sleep like good children ‘
