Blooming summer day,
Rosy tint in the sky
Singing birds and magical time.
Floating in my pink bubble,
I somehow crashed into your glistening eyes,
Both our eyes locked as if searching for a mysterious light.
Among all the blinding lights of world,
Ours were showing the path destined.
The spark so unreal to be real.
These butterflies fluttering in our hearts for the first time,
All this covered in the veil of implicit smiles.
Your love was a wine,
The dusky old barrel-aged lie
I felt thirsty but the fetish to devour it incessantly,
Held me shackled in my own mind.
It was all a Déjà vu
Maybe just for me but not for you
You were the Lord of hearts
And I was the gullible goat of your endearing giggles .
When we collided,
I was just a tangled twine in the opaque alley of scars!
but you moulded my orbs into the vulnerable crystal of your finger loop.
You knew it all, everything going inside my sick heart,
Why you didn’t warn me, love was a game and you were its Ace player?
I was meant to lose but my fate, the penalty was you.
You crushed me under your buff-silky pads,
I was the presented roses in your way to leave me destroyed,
My oozing blood from your cuts didn’t stop me, hoping you would come back,
And we can still be the icing on each other’s crusted bread.
I didn’t know what it feels like to be in love
You taught me to love or maybe you just bluffed.
When I was falling so foolishly and didn’t held me up even on being ground stuck.
Now when the spring comes back kissing my breath,
I still remember your loving scent,
Your given scars are my accessories now,
So intimate that I can’t keep them off.
Your stamping of my trivial figure,
Taught me something too:
I am still the old school alluring rose just my petals don’t wanna give their immaculate essence anymore!
But Honey if you want to replay your disguised gamble, I will be the prickly buds striking on your worn-out lips before you fumble another ramble !
- Honey Bun
