you want answers to your never-ending questions you want clarity as to why things happened the way they happened would it really matter now if i gave you answers to your questions? would it make a difference if we cleared the air directly after years?
time heals all wounds, they say, but it’s obviously never true for us the wounds you kept for my unannounced departure the wounds i kept for your unwanted and agonizing silence the wounds we kept haunt us, no matter what.
it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all well, Tennyson might take offense if i say what good is love if you can’t have it all by yourself, call yours and yours alone what good is love if it will leave you hurt, broken, and in pain?
true love, great love; they say you never get to forget, come what may i damn will agree, for despite the wound, despite the pain despite the hurt, despite the brokenness, i sure know without a doubt i love you with all my heart, with all my mind, with all that i am from the very start, and i’m petrified ’till my last breath.
‘cos truth is, it’s that easy-breezy stupendous feeling that makes me wanna jump off the trail again, forget the “what ifs” and “what happens” next let go of the hurts and the pains, release all the tensions and apprehensions ‘cos truth is, i only get to feel this with you so, let’s dive in and be crazy in love.
August my dear is the eight month of the year where there is so much fun in the sun in the Northern Hemisphere as they wait for summer to end and hope for the coming of autumn with love and gratitude just as how much i desire to hold you close to my heart, for i love you, my dear you are like summer, filled with passion warm love and blazing compassion yet gentle as a summer breeze you are my lovely falling autumn leaves longing for a cozy winter rest and without further ado, i say let August be the month we remember how our love has weathered the test of time the test of life’s cruel circumstances i know we’ll make it i believe we will let this be another August to remember.
This week over at d’Verse Poetics, we were asked by Sanaa aka (adashofsunny) to write a poem about August, which doesn’t always get the recognition it deserves.
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i thought i’m healed from all the wounds of my bruised days but today i was reminded that only scars heal; wounds don’t; they never will and you know what’s funny? you reminded me of them one by one, every pain, every trauma it takes one great love to ease down my brokenness sadly though, that same great love cuts the same wound deeper, more painful now i’m left waiting to heal my own again.
👉my 7th Poetry book, “It Ain’t Winning If Without You,” releasing 15th August, worldwide on all platforms and in all formats.
“will this life river still run as smoothly as it used to, or will it die fast after your departure?”
all the storms there just hit me the hardest all the sunshine of the morning was taken abruptly away from me all the grief in the world was laid perfectly down upon me no amount of rainbow-colored sky could brighten up this day.
the storm just flooded the river of my heart with despair my once vibrant reflection has now turned into a brutally distorted zombie my once lively colors have now turned gray with sorrow no amount of positive thoughts could make me want for tomorrow.