"Spell Bound"
The evening you walked away from him
The night cast its spell on your rage
Your tears dropped lavishly on your cheek
He walked out on you again!
He didn't say it was over.
He walked on the feelings
You spread like trophies at his feet.
And left with her, the new lady that's not you.
Your mind were another's, a maniac's.
It muttered strange things to your head.
Your feet walked on and on
Searching to find lost things.
When you saw the pictures of you two
Hanging perfectly on the wall
You heart missed a beat thrice.
You held it from breathing its last
At least not now but soon.
This time it won't be another's hand
Ripping you apart
But your own bloody hands
Sending the avenger swiftly at the heels of his victim.
Vengeance stood in yours eyes
Like a drunken maniac
You're madly in love with him
And this madness is the cord that ties this knot again
together in another life.
Wondering if it would ever happen again. The way it used to before. Or if I'll be twice wiser than what I thought I was.
ReplyDeleteDead love should be left dead.
Instead of allowing its ghost becloud our life.
Allowing it to lurk in the future we sometimes do not even know.
But why is it always so hard to let go. To let a dead love rest in peace. For our own peace.
Why???