CROWN OF THORNS

By Luvate

Its true…I guess I’m cursed with an over analytical mind and an oversensitive heart. And am sorry because  most of the unanswered questions are lying deep in my onyx eyes. Forgive me because I’m  a prisoner of my own thoughts and currently I’m serving a life sentence…Don’t wait for me for I’m not ” a call away anymore” ..I`m sorry because the promises we made perished. The bond we had faded and the love! The love we nurtured and could catch a bullet for. Rested in peace. I thought I was your sunshine. . . Perhaps moonlight?? But every time I open my window to find that little hope I can cling on I end up being an audience of” The sun of soft light chasing away the shadow” .. For the love we shared. The  trust we showered each other. Diminished! Perhaps love wasn’t my refuge because all I gained in the match was an ocean of water-like color. Love is not what poets bring out as ” sponge-like and lily scented flower so glamorous like the morning dew or maybe like petals from the morning bloom”. Love is like a knife. It will cut you and leave you a wound that will never close.

Trust me.. I`d wait for the sun to set. Watch dusk approach and finally my best part became ” Being an audience of a thousand stars twinkle against the backdrop of my door “. My mind would oftenly orbit in music.

Have you ever considered living in the jungle? Or dug on a trunk like a monkey waiting to jump from  branch to branch relentlessly?

Has death ever become an option to you? Well wake up and face your fears. Just like me , think of this, I f you were in a comma today, who would sit next to your bed until you find life again? When you find the right answer then you will know where to put your efforts.