pure madness..

in a few years’ time..

her charm fades..

fluffy skin hardens..

brown-eyed eyesight darkens.

a memory of a meager pleasure lingers,

selebrating pure kindness; Gosh, finaly,

eternyally; enjoy total madness..

brush life’s dust off her soul,

and hug her.

 

 

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from a distance..

an elegance shines..

lips with a flair..

curves under brown hair..

a hair darkens..

lay down and wait..

a dawn of sadness..

can you hate?

everybody’s else madness..

sacrificed youth..

never told a truth..

midnight at a bar..

Havana cigar..

materialistic thus out to a star..

leave me now…

blessed in a graveyard..

clouds collapsed..

over rotten lungs..

nervous, still from a distance……

 

 

 

 

 

intact..

.. as we start..

flattered heart,

deal with it, it is your tart..

fly her to a planet,

collect ugly sand particles..

seek crystal ones, then

varnish the sunset,

where mermaids lay na….d.

mind the glass..

the one beside the candle..

filled with red wine..

finally, her tattoo will shine..

a mermaid in red.

remembers last spring;

a crushed soul;

worthless, stained charm,

craving for…..everything intact.

 

my sister!!..

Last year, she shined when she got a pay raise..

this year she was extra positive that he will ask her to marry him..

yep.. life will sparkle again..

last month, bad news loomed spread in town

this week she felt it..roamers defined..

tonight he stepped in hugging a partner..

a young blond surrounded with attractive curves…

her feminine perfume filled the hall

Gosh…..not my sisteR.

 

can’t you see..!

are you blind?

with a dead heart..!

frozen at a forest of sunshine,

dancing away sorrows; never.

now, move it, clutch to his lips..

wrap his neck..

once again you fail;

to entice;

to sacrifice;

to love.

he is lost without a trace;

went deep down;

in to a crude world,

totally, blacked out in misery,

just can’t see destiny.

never mind it; all is perfect,

satisfied? damn it.

 

in a nest shell..

dear , it is ‘ in a nut shell’.

sorry but your English is weak,

did they teach you English at school?.

nope..

but why is that?

maybe they think it is a luxury..

but they teach you French, right.

yep.

never mind, it is not a luxury,

is it the masters’ language? not sure..

some schools followed, so did coffee shops.

forget about the delivery guy,

it was his granny who lived in the nest shell.

what on earth the grey-haired will think!

sheriff might tell.