Skip to main content

Please Get Tired.

I write,
You notice,
You assume,
I get disconnected
And curse.

"It's hard to show love to a stone"
of no worth it is  making love to a marble,
Shinny and elegant,
Only adapting to the degree of my loving when in the same room
And nothing is the same when we hug and part ways.

I write
You marvel
Share it to friends
And say
"That was master class"

You find it hard to read between the lines.
Not born for the art, so you wont relate
Our connection is relative,
Like an uncle to a niece
It's hi when we meet and high time when we don't.

I notice
You care less
I get disconnected
I miss her
But who listens?

I refuse to build a foundation on a forced connection
I don't want to end up losing myself when you finally slip away like she did.
Please get tired, and let me try to win her love back.

I write
Get tired
And hope
That if tomorrow ever comes with the darkness it left with,
Then
I would sit and wait for her to come around
Please get tired.

*DolAh*

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Artful Deception.

That morning, I stood rooted to the tiled floor with my hands on the poorly done window grills. I had been examining the structure that we called home. The Sun was lazy, casting weak monotonous rays on the ground. It had sufficiently rained the previous night and the air was still fresh.  Since my childhood, I had enjoyed the petrichor, it had a way of pumping life into my dead hopes, and couldn't wait for a few droplets of rain to hit the ground. It was a moment I always craved for. Half past seven in the morning, if not for the birds chirping so melodiously I wouldn't have travelled back to reality. "Normal is boring." I said to myself reaching for my phone that was religiously playing my favorite Bob Marley playlist. Nobody can stop reggae. The tweets that day were not as snappy as I would have wanted. Something was eating me up but still I couldn't figure it out, at least not at a time when Bob was reassuring that things would be alright. Music to me had alway
15 comments
Read more

If Yesterday was Tomorrow.

And, if yesterday was tomorrow, What would you have done differently? Would you write that which the mouth was even afraid to whisper? Be a little bit poetic and feed the world with feelings, Just like any other slave of the pen? If yesterday was tomorrow_ Would you let the sun set with your heart still hurting? Would you  still call men dogs Just because a few like bones like you do? If yesterday was tomorrow, Would you talk of how it never comes And sing, hoping that You finally became a star? Would you share the last piece saved on your diary? Or, you would just have written another piece to entertain the skeletons in your closet, those that really never come out? If yesterday was to come after today would you still be talking of a having gruelling day and still seat and swipe your gadgets all night long lost in the virtual world? If yesterday was the day after today, Would you still claim to ride with your friends, Would you still talk of them the same way? For m
Post a Comment
Read more