Murdered by thy Lover

3 months since we met
its been a dream ride so far

an anniversary treat
she's giving me,
today

wine, lingerie & love making till dawn
she's on top,
in control
complaints i have none
as i admire the beauty in front of me

we've been going on for a few hours now
she leans over to the drawer
i look away
and look back at her
unable to,
keep my eyes off her

only to see a knife
pierce through my chest

The Pretender

sugar coated words,
he's full of
saying exactly what she wants to hear

honesty is of no value
only thriving on deception,
to get what he wants

she doesn't realize this
as she's made to believe,
he's the perfect guy

pretending to be there for her,
devoted for her
while doing other women behind her back

his true colors would be seen,
in time
but by then it would be too late

because,
she'll just be another accomplishment
in his so called
wall of fame

Saying Sorry

everyone says it
and expects for forgiveness
or sometimes it's an acknowledgment,
of their mistakes

if they are really 'sorry'
couldn't they have thought twice
before
breaking a heart,
cheating on the one they love,
or hurting someones feelings

'sorry' doesn't fix anything
it's just used to get over their guilt
to help them move on

so,
the next time you hurt someone
don't say 'sorry'
as it's just another word

because if you really did care
you wouldn't have hurt them in the first place

Tears on a Paper

unable to do anything
i'm sitting here at my table
with only a pen and paper in hand

i try to think of something to write
but the pain i suffered,
in your world
blocks my mind from thinking

this pain i need to get over
though i don't know how
i can't talk to anyone
as i'm ashamed,
of what happened

thoughts dried out
and pain filled in
i want to cry
and let it out

but tears won't come
so here i am
pouring the pain onto a paper

The Prostitute

we look at them with disgust
as if they were criminals
but is it really their fault?
that they sell their body
to earn a living

some are tricked,
some are forced

others do it as they've got no choice
to find some money,
and feed their families
or for their brothers and sisters,
to get a proper education

so the next time,
you look at them with frowned eyes
keep in mind
that not all of them
had a choice

Unwritten Letter

i've been trying to write you a letter
but haven't got past a few lines

many lines of words i've written
but ended up scribbling them off

i want to write the perfect words
as an angel deserves nothing less
i'm worried that it might not be good enough
so i keep writing it over and over again

cheesy lines or quotes from Shakespeare
i do not wish to use

i think i'll write,
what i feel in my heart
as honesty i believe,
is the closest to the perfect words

After the Storm

gloomy skies warned me
of the storm that would follow
as rain drops fell
i soaked myself in them

the raindrops cleansed my soul
washing away the pain

the storm passed
and rays of light
pushed through,
the clouds that were left behind

just as the new found strength within me
made me push through
the troubles of the past
and the confusion

the skies are clear now
and the road ahead covered with flowers

an occasional rain would come
but it won't be able to stop,
my journey on this new path