From my bleeding heart I squeezed out this saddened words
Do listen to them with old affection in your loving heart
And see how I weave tears into sorrowful expressions
Since you left me to burn into ashes in passionate fire of love
With you turning into a dark and vanishing old flame
You said it's all over with the same sonorous voice
Once coated with angelic innocence and sweetness
With tingling sound which usually wrap me in blanket of heavenly pleasure
But the sound I had grown to enjoy as reverberation of delightfulness
Now hit me like a distasteful dirge
Playing in my gravy mind with echoes of bitterness and pains
I know life without you will be another route to hell
But I will burn in this fire again
Till my ashes becomes resurgent bones moulded into a new creature
Clothed into another refreshingly ecstatic flesh
Which I will once again rock with my gentle soul in robes of peace and bliss
Recreated from this repelling rags of sleepless night and woeful days
For you my darling jewel
Remember those years I often call you desirable
And you nicknamed me your honeybee
But those years are now headed towards extinction
Like ancient corpses
Who lost their smooth skins as meals to the voracious ants and maggots
To become bones that dissolved into stinking rot
Beneath the scruffy crust
But still invisibly dazzling in dark memories
Of an appalling lamentable emerging years
Breezing through the memory lane
We were once strangers
Turned lovers
But now separated by brick walls of wicked fate
Though my heart bleeds deathly rivers of sorrow
Still I will find healing before eternal tomorrow
But before I carved a new recovery path for my broken spirit
Let me break you this bank of final words
Don't lose your prestige to men whose tongues are calibrated with deceptive lies
For I will rather be silenced by blazing bullets
Than to see steamy tears burning through your pretty eyes
For you deserve better than remorse even though you left without reasons or words
Please my princess
Don't lay your heart on the pillow of guilt
Even though I now soaked mine everyday in mud of mucus and tears
Because you are the best I never had
I will always whisper fortunes into the wind to find you
And also seek torrent of blessings upon your soul
As you move on in search for pastures new
For the love and passion that will match your desired dreams
I still love you but life has to move on
One day I will heal and tell your story in golden ink
Goodbye and Best of luck my beautiful One.
©billyjabs
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