SM (5th October / Mumbai - India)

Two

Tell me what I'm looking for..
Something aint right anymore..
Racing against the time.
I'm still wishing you were mines.

Time to move on by..
Its more then I'm wishing for..
Tell me I got something more.
Its not right anymore.

Two seconds pass by..
Souls entwine,
I think the time is now,
and its time to move on by.

Two hands,
together..
held one dream,
held one love..

as vows are taken,
forever to be together..
endlessly..
everlasting,
love.

by Dislocated Heart

Comments (22)

haha..we are curious one bit arent we all? ..loved this one
I loved the story and the psychology underlining this write. A wonderful read.
Every person may have such an odd past and nobody can really dig it out. In a way, it is unnecessary also. What is important is the present time. One may be a missionary now but might have been a criminal decades ago. So what? Does the past matter to us more than the present? Let us just accept the present and get on with it. To accept or reject that person is an individual question. We can listen to the whisperings of life. It is reflective and contemplative and nothing more than that.
An interesting story, that ends with a continued suspense. I expect Part II of this one soon from your pen. This poem reminds me a academy award winning movie by name Fedora.......Very good composition.
Nicely composed keeping the enigma ongoing while revealing only what adds to but does not solve it. The ending is a good one.
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