Irony

irony

The words that falls so brilliantly on a paper,

 cuts my insides like a blade

 Eager to see light again

 Desperate to be heard

 Wanting to help complete the puzzle

 Craving to turn the narrative around

 The words that runs like blood

 Desire contentment

 Once for all

 But what they dont understand

 Is the irony of it all.

 The bleeding would have to cease

 Once euphoria takes control.

Untiring echoes

between

what’s between us is a light that’s captivating us

denying us the luxury to embrace the dusk

filling up our souls and vacating them -simultaneously

making a deceptive promise of infinity

.

what’s between us is a sound of enchantment

contradicting the oath of radiance

producing melodies of surety and ‘what ifs’

fabricating an illusionary hope for end

.

But imagine, what between us was nothing but stardust

scattering away with every blow of wind

causing colorless desire and fondness.

…making no pledges to be shattered away

sustaining no longing to destroy this mark.