Yes, he laid me.
Aching heart; fear-filled,
Longing for even the bleakest comfort,
He gave his arm out. Solace, I thought.
A delusion.
He held my hand, moving an inch every hour,
I could call the hoax, no naivety here.
Yet, hope is a bitch!
So yes, he laid me.
He walked the street, whistling,
A beat in his gait.
Our eyes never met.
Lying under the sheets I thought,
“If never can I forgive myself for a deed that harmed, I will have you.
You will be my penance to all my wrongs.”
Posted on April 16, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged Life, love, mind licks, mindlicker, Personal, what the mind licks, wtml. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
I usually don’t read a lot of poems (def not a lot on Indiblogger) but I read this one, and its really good. Good stufff… heh, I don’t think I want to address someone as Mindlicker. Do you have a name? 😉
Thanks, Neeraj! Glad you like it. 🙂 Hope you start liking more poems from hereon. And, yes, you may call me, J. That’s what my friends call me. 🙂