Dying Lilies..

Some people say people do crazy things when in Love. I couldn't disagree more, for 'loving someone' is the craziest of them all. Some of this is first-hand, some what i imagine how things could be, some of it is from stories belonging to others. You try and do the best you can, that's pretty much what anyone can hope to do..

Also, I'm not sure what the purpose of this is, actually there IS no purpose; the purpose kind of fizzled out a long time back. I just felt like writing it and here we are.

Dyin' Lilies

Behind the rickety gate, lies this wondrous patch.
It was ours to begin with, now it's mine to bury.
Flowers aplently but none as dazzling as those lilies.
Reminiscent of Van Gogh and his precious paintings...

I remember the taste..
of your lips, of your tongue
I remember the touch..
of your fingers, of our bodies.

She was a night flower and i a day bird.
A flutter of the eyes and a thousand flowers bloomed within;
A smile set off a hundred crackers all over,
like a country celebrating its independence.

I remember the smell..
of your hair, of the pillow the morn' after.
I remember the sound..
of your laughter, of our passion.

The table by the corner brings back more;
than any sappy song ever could.
5 hour highs over a joke found funny;
10 day ecstacy over a kiss shared on a rainy day .

I remember the sight..
of your eyes, of your sleeping form.
I begin to lose the face,
yet I remember the things that passed in between..

Senses have prevailed where Logic has failed.
Yet your face remains a haze.
A blur on a bright April day.
How did it come to be so..

Some things are too good to last
Some things are better 'on-off'
Some things you can never forget
Some things you can never remember

Time comes and days pass..
You try to hold on with all you got
only to see it slip away like grains of sand...
Days come and Time passes..

What we had is a private affair
but to be spoken of often,
if only to remind,
How it was to have a garden of Lilies..

Our garden o' lilies have now wilted
but the fragrance lingers..
The soil is fertile for some anew;
think i'll let the fragrance linger for just a while...