Broken dreams plastered on a messy Collage
Failures and insecurities are camouflaged
Laughter and happiness are such mirage
Adulthood is a sabotage
Stop child! Please don’t grow up
Bury the past
Embrace the present
Anticipate the future
Learn to forgive
Learn to let go
It’s like swallowing Grit when you don’t want to lose something but it’s already heading to an end. You try to stop that force with all your might but you’re slowly losing control. You try to hold on to it, but it is deliberately slipping away from your fingertips. It’s that feeling of wanting to do everything, yet you can’t because you don’t have a choice left. You don’t have the strength to continue fighting and wanting something you can never completely own. It’s the feeling of wanting to give up, but that flickering hope still tease you until the very end. It’s that lingering hope that maybe things will change, not right now but it will. Eventually..
You Caper with her sadness like the child that you are.
You light her darkest secret like an expensive cigar.
You hold her hand gently like an acoustic guitar.
You love her dearly like a superstar.
Two hearts becoming one.
It was Savage all at once.
It was carnal; it was sinful.
It was absolutely beautiful.
Her heart jangled like an old bracelet
Reminding her of the time she was weak
Broken promises and exposed secrets
Along with lies and many faces
Hence, she walked away and left no traces
A response to the Daily Prompt’s word Jangle