I thought of writing a poem but ended up being a tragedy, which is not a surprise to me. Although ,titled "irrevocable",it has dark shades in it, it was more of a result of loneliness felt during the few moments and nothing more than that.It might dismay a lot of people who never got to see me in a serious mood.
She entered like an angel,just the way in every love story,
with a smile that can bring the death alive,
with a voice that made my ears experience thirst.
She summons a mystical energy that surrounds her,
like a mythological creature,
like a bible,I had to believe in.
I dont know whether I am the master of myself anymore,
but I would do anything to have her for myself,
just for myself.
Only if it could have been possible.
Only if my past did not betray my words.
Only if she could have understood my faith.
Now I dont know what to do,
because all I am left behind is a soul container,
because I am left shattered, stretched across my shame and jealousy.
Wish I could say its dying down inside of me.
Now I realise she is my unattainable.
I realise she is a dream that cannot be fulfilled.
I realise she is song that I can never sing.