What do you do with the songs?

I wonder what do you do with all the songs? You know the songs, that people, friends, lovers and so on suggest to you or the ones you suggest to them? What do you do with these songs when these people leave?

What do you do when the song, that you and your best friend screamed into the mike at that karaoke bar comes on the radio, when you both don’t talk anymore?

What do you do with the song that your boyfriend sang on the phone at 2 am when he drunk dialed to tell you he loves you, when you haven’t seen him in months.

What do you do with the song that you danced to at your wedding with the man who promised to love forever, when the last you saw him was in a divorce court?

How many songs can you avoid? How many songs can you hate, simply because they bring you nothing but a stabbing  pain in your heart as the memories of people that left comes rushing back.

What do you with the songs?

 

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Someone who listens

This week’s tale:

I stroke his beautiful hair, and ask him to go to his shed, and he does.

At least as a horse he listens to me, I chuckle to myself.

I wonder if he will remember what I did to him this week, and hate my being a witch.

three line tales week 96: an Iceland pony in the snow

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Succumb

Succumb

 

Tonight the monsters don’t haunt, they whisper

Whisper the verses that fill the blank pages

Tonight, I let them out of their cages.

Tonight, my cheeks aren’t wet, no dried tears

Tonight, the ink sings my deepest fears.

The suppressed pain comes out tonight,

Tonight, I will not put up a fight.

Tonight, I will no longer feel numb,

I’ll feel the pain and succumb.

Love and its glory

Glorious

 

Crated carefully with stolen glances and shy smiles,

When every moment without them seems vile.

Brushing fingers that turns to warm embrace,

The definition of ultimate beauty becomes their face.

When a moment away from them seems like a decade,

When their little indifference cuts like a blade.

When nights of sweet nothings, turn to screaming and cries,

when words of romance are replaced with lies.

When tears and smiles alternate often,

When your strong heart finally softens.

When the pleasure and the pain both you have seen,

When you think of what it was, and what it could’ve been.

Regardless of the ending, the story is marvellous,

Cruel as it may be, love is glorious.

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Memories that sting

Sting
Like a faded wound, that doesn’t bother you anymore,

I think about them no more.

Except when I stumble upon old letters,

I read them anyway, even though I know better.

Declarations of love, poetry for my beloved and sweet nothings

As my fingers trace the faded words, I have trouble breathing.

I move on to further musings, tear soaked papers, stories of pain

Promises to self to never love again, all in vain.

I find a box of heartache in every corner of my life,

Stories of people whose words hurt more than a knife.

Again and again, the same old misfortune and pain,

Just by people with different names.

Every time I look the dusty volume of my past,

I wonder what curse has been cast?

For even I though lock them away, memories of heartache still cling,

Every time I think of the past, it still stings.

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A miracle

Continue

The night was dark and dreary,

the road was deserted and eerie.

Not a soul in sight to come to my aid,

So, I got down on my knees and prayed.

I hoped for a miracle to overcome this misery,

I waited in vain, as the silence mocked me bitterly.

The quiet wind laughed at my folly, my faith,

The pain had now reduced me to a wraith.

I waited and waited for the storm to subside,

I waited and waited for shelter, a place to hide.

I hoped and wished for a companion in this dark night,

I hope and begged for a miracle, a ray of light.

A miracle finally, did come true,

Not in a form I had expected it to.

Despite not having hope, courage and destination in view,

A miracle happened, I stood up and continued.

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Twisted love

Dignify

Darling, you were so cruel

I kept loving you like a fool.

Your mood swings, your anger

Save the mask of normalcy, I am no stranger.

Your apathy or your love, 

Can’t decide which was worse

For your presence looms in my life like a curse

This broken love was my own personal hell

Your eyes, filled with love or hate, I cant honestly tell.

My heart was a contradiction too,

Torn between utter disgust and some undefined emotion.

Let’s not call it love and fool ourselves anymore,

But let’s hold each other for some time more.

Let’s not give it a name,

Infact, let’s stop playing this twisted game.

Now when you call, I shall not dignify it with a response

Let’s save ourselves from a world of remorse.

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