Not all dreams come true
Mind softened,
watching fusions
of saffron strips
merge with scarlet hues,
elegantly charming
halcyon horizons.
My
Homeless heart
craved a romantic dawn,
so I became
a pilgrim of love.
Venturing upon
an uncharted path,
in search for the
princess of my petals,
which led me to
an unknown province.
The masses mistook
me for a poet,
but all I had
were my simple musings.
In a bid to connect
with her heart,
I scribbled till
my fingers became numb,
composing lyrics of
love and limerence.
I saw
beyond her
pretend smile,
hoping to keep her warm
like my winter coat,
feeling her perfumed persona
beside me.
Her image
was reminder of
God's beautiful art.
Overmastered
by her majestic
heavenly vision,
I pondered
if it was all a dream...
Her heart
was a rusty diamond,
so I polished it until
it reflected like a mirror.
Creating a
masterpiece of serenity,
to achieve
an eternal state
of tranquillity.
But her sparkle
brought many an antagonist,
who terrorised the ink
that bonded our
magnetic field.
All
that remained
were blank expressions.
Now enchanting memories haunt,
her silhouette is just a ghost.
I'll never forget
the passion in her eyes,
nor
from the tingle
of the first taste
of our lips,
but as
violet hints tinted horizons,
twilight arrived like a
distasteful traitor,
dominating the skies
with shades of blackness.
Night flowers
seemed so sorrowful,
secretive stars remained silent,
as I trudged back
in slow motion,
upon a
poisoned path of petals.
Now a pilgrim of
melancholic melodies,
my heart is like
a weeping guitar,
strumming an anthology
of sad musings.
The sun no longer
casts her shadow,
she was just a rainbow,
in my now lonely sky.
Crumbling like a
cascade of sandcastle emotions.
I no longer yearn for a beloved.
Our story
became another parody
of Romeo and Juliet,
because some dreams
never come true.
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