DARE TO QUESTION LOVE

DARE TO QUESTION LOVE 

When love goes wrong whose fault does it become?

I guess it doesn’t matter cause the fact is it’s gone.

I asked love for answers but it gave me none.

I begged for it closure but it gave me none.

Isn’t love meant to last forever?

When it doesn’t and your love keeps saying never.

It leaves you hopeless, it leaves you blue, roaming the world without a clue

How sweet would it have been if love was good to me.

Like a thief in the night it stole my dreams.

Confusion set in, it feels like your world is shattered.

The pain is killing because love left you without answers.

You search your soul and all you see is an empty hole.

How could it leave without telling you what you did not know .

What you did and did not do.

Leaving you spent without a clue and making you feel like a complete fool.

The silence is demeaning, wasn’t it meant to be?

You make excuses, my love must surely come back to me. 

Vision of perfection gives hope for a new day. It could be a mistake, my love was here to stay.

By kay-c vanille

SHACKLES (breaking free)

Shackles (Breaking free)

Hi, when some things are meant to be,
Where smiles chase bitterness to flee,
A distance so far where we can't dream,
A rain falling asleep, as hunger hoots,
Till when your laughter picks to choose,
A thought of us, holding hands,
In the memories of the waving flowers,
Where I could stand whiles fallen in love with you,
In the playing grounds of the swine,
Dumping the fats of a past pain,
Where the little joy you carry as mine,
Hanging on in vain,
Sipping the tappers wine till the past love faints,
Waken up to feel the hangover of the shackles.

@jcsonjenuis

BROKEN

I smiled trying, when love came crying,
In a pool of tears I tried finding,
Where the mud I fell in I tried washing,
Soaked still in the thoughts of past dirt,
A fall from height in hurt,
A Brut drink I seek for these thirst,
Whiles wine mocks this journey I trek,
A dry throat I feels on this desert,
As pain care a hoot to the eye,
A debris of a heart kept for the next eye,
Where skeptic seek the reality in sight,
Joy remains a threat on the empty streets,
As the next stroll I'm taking with fear treat.
Broken
@jcsonjenuis