the dance of the ink riddled fingers

busy while waiting

Posted in pin the tail on the love, the poet-tree by enisea on 08/08/2011

A change of heart
Like Winter to Spring
Over the weekend
A new song to sing

For ever and since
I’ve learned romance
I’ve wish some prince
Might ask me to dance

Swallowing gullibly
Sit-coms, chic-flicks
My trivial malleability
An impaired mix

My dear society
Misconstrued love
Teaching the ideology
Of one hand in one glove

To torture the naive
It spoke gently of peace
But enter the plaintiff
And cry “we were deceived”

So what is it really?
Who is “My Love”?
Can anyone save me
From ‘a lonely’ become?

If it’s not what we’re told
If ‘ours’ isn’t cliché
If the paper unfolded
Reveals it can’t go our way

Do we forcibly insist
That a pen change its hue
Do we go separate ways
With ‘happiness’ out of view

When to ‘love’ in it’s truest
Demands your every fibre
Would you want to waste energy
Flirting with pointless desire? 

A time to wait
To bask in hope
And to anticipate patiently
Is better than to mope

Extra time to perfect self
After all, I’m still young
Utilise this wait
To better resemble “The One”.


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  1. saNdra said, on 08/08/2011 at 4:19 PM

    waH a lot to contain there!

    yes down with the sitcoms XD..

    how goes things!!! we should catch up and do random poetry slams lol.

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