A Sad Love Story
Since my first sight of you;
Who were riding a white horse
Galloping around the forest,
I was just a simple controlled person picking up countable apples
Laying on the controlling ground.
Never feeling the slight soft winds touching my skin’s face,
Never feeling the warm sunshine of the spring,
Appear and reappear under the shadows of the trees.
All my hidden emotions;
Which I thought didn’t exist deep inside of me,
Appeared once I ride the white horse with you.
For the first time,
The old ugly forest seemed new and fresh,
And it still seems like that until now.
On your way down the cliff,
I stared on your tearing face,
Then I noticed: you were happy.
Even if I don’t want to admire it but you were happy.
And you are happy because you live inside of me.
If meeting you was climbing the mountains of my believes,
If it was finding hope in the deep dark,
And in much more easy explanation:
Finding freedom between your two warm arms and wide chest.
Finding me was; for only you,
Like finding the safest path
After testing almost all deferent dangerous other paths.
It was like to calm your anger after firing you spirit with almost all tested feelings.
And in much easy explanation:
Finding a controlled freedom in one single soul: me.
Now what I can remember is you getting further in the deep.
Your body was getting smaller and smaller as you fall.
If you departed on your own feet,
I could claimed your will made you leave,
Then I would be free from your heavy soul inside of me,
Living my life once again tied inside this controlling world
But, no
You departed because of the soil gravity,
It pulled you down as much as it could,
As strong as it could,
And as quick as it could.
Your body had disappeared now,
So deep in the edge of the cliff.
Your soul immediately flew and came near to me.
At that moment all my senses stopped to function.
I couldn’t see, hear, or feel my skin.
At a moment your soul controlled the whole of my body,
And the only face I recognized was your pall face
As you smile upon that white horse
Giving me your hand for that I may leave my prison.
And for some reasons, now;
I can no longer control my body,
Because; simply, you control it now.
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