Sunday, November 29, 2015

Diplomacy (...Not What I Thought It Was)

It all started as a simple wish
I had my expectations held high
When she beckoned the green light
As I was not expecting it that night

First I thought it was happening
I never knew I was day dreaming
It took me weeks to stop seeing
The harsh reality of my own making

She’s the first to see my birth suit
The very moment I decided to choose
Between my honour and her tools
With an offer where I can roost

Hours after such monumental reverie
I found myself on the edge of my balcony
Trying to understand the essence of purity
If I could once again be breezy

I did savour the emotions of her joke
Then I realised it was nothing but a code
Just like a mad dog chasing after cars
Whose heart is full of remarkable scars



***Dedicated to everyone who has suffered “heartbreaks and false hopes” – wake up and be strong!

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