You sojourned silently in my heart like a perspicuous rain drop.
Yet, you interpreted the sitch as a whole.
You filled up my world with pride and joy of thunder.
Your solemn, and rapt smile captured the dreary, colorless soul.
… And transfiguring it by ceasing a blunder.
Thou occupy me the mystical herald and cajole.
… And indelibly conquer my veins to become my eighth wunder.
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Reminiscence!
Will you fail to recognise the days,
when we walked hand-in-hand?
The moonlit dinner on the pavement,
the tedious walk on sultry afternoons,
Will the affection suffice the recognition?
..and make you go swoon?
The lengthy conversations on the essentials,
made us smile on the inside.
The obnoxious moments made us powerful,
while we captured love as it diversified.
Yet life chose the greatest of wires,
to separate us from an everlasting temptation.
If someday the game comes to an end,
the new world will converge on its own creation.
If one autumn morning I wake up to your cry,
it will be the zone where I’ll retain peace.
…and here I wait in my arena full of addiction,
in search of truth surrounding your depiction.
Hey lady,
don’t forget me even if I disguise myself as a shadow;
Because life is what you made me, disguised as Joe.
Life Drifts #2
You know life has halted for no reason embarking attitude. Life was part of the Donovans of fierceness, where people laugh at each other tackling the horror stories surrounding themselves.
Life is an emotion of eventuality, thus making it rich and awfully intertwine, yet embarking a gorgeous latitude of happiness and sadness. If it wasn’t for the lost euphoria, life would have shaped to be a small world of melodrama where life would laugh at all the technicalities at us.
Fools were taught, not to fight with love as they were the ones to win over and over again, thus finding inhospitable environments in unexpected places. Shattering thoughts struck us, and thus made the abondance of happiness and gloominess. Life knocked and made them cry for reasons unknown to many.
If only we were allowed to gaze past that secret door to centralise our curiosity and thus making love bear trust.
JoeJennyTales#2
What happened? I am not blooming, and you know that. Is this how amour prope treats their playfellows?
Life is weird. Making those precipitate was not what we had in mind. I am waiting, and I will be deferring it till your eyes meet the presumptive.
Are you listening?
Clearly not. Else I wouldn’t be writing this.
Well if you are, clearly bring a bit of melancholy to the surroundings. I haven’t heard the birds chirp in a while. Have you?
I haven’t had a good guffaw in a patch. Well, if you do hear me, let me through the orchestra’s of the fellow beginnings.
Life is what you make me.
Life is what you made me.
But, at the end of the day...this is True 