Hurrying to my work in the untimely shower Caught my ears the mews but it was rush hour Must be another kitten born with no luck Abandoned in the shrub dying on sidewalk!
The day soon rubbed off the mews from my mind Till my feet trudged home leaving the drudge behind Once upon that sidewalk in twilight’s grayish hues I heard it from neath of grass pain’s plaintive mews!
Must be an angel possessed me I did find it out Picked up took home put warm milk into its mouth My lady unpleased said our hands are already full Here you bring another like you isn’t another fool!
But she was the first one to make it a cosy bed She was the one worrying how it to be properly fed Yet filled the air its agony’s mews all day and night She said your taking it here wasn’t all that right!
Its ma must have left the baby in the bush safely hiding Picking up and taking it home was quite a wrong thing She must be now crying wild searching everywhere The baby wouldn’t stop crying till getting back mother!
So the cute kitten I placed back in the hideout on sidewalk With the prayer it gets back ma wishing it good luck Leaving it with heavy heart I walked away for day’s work Sighed the silent sidewalk on my way home after dark!
sometimes the dividing line between wrong and right is too thin.
Where sways in the wind the eucalyptus with chiming bells rolls the bullock cart lies the hut of my dream sown in wild grass lives the girl I have loved and given my heart!
She is the girl not been ever to a city she isn’t the girl can call clever and witty a girl without a mirror she’s the most pretty and I have loved her and given all my heart!
Her skin is dark cloud her lips river’s flow her eyes are sky deep tinged with rainbow she isn’t the girl skilled in love’s fine art she is the girl I have loved and given my heart!
Her hair rusty black makes the winds insane her smiles streaming brook no artist can paint a girl without polish yet a beauty on the earth and I have loved her and given all of my heart!
falling in love with you was like making tea on a hot summer day; useless but kinda okay because tea makes everything better.
you were like a massive piece of cake that was drizzled with arsenic because once someone could peel away the poisonous parts you were pretty **** tasty.
you didn't understand my disorders and I helped you with yours, and that's the worst.
**** Emma. really, **** Emma because she's the one who got you addicted.
you're a *** addict and a drug addict and I do not want you and I do not need you and I do not love you.
Don’t come to the cemetery at night* Peter Xalxo would say If you are so inclined make your visits in the day For often in the evening when exam worries were gone I would go to the cemetery and sit on some tombstone.
I think boy the ones from the other world make visits at nights And they would not love to find living souls upon their sights Why intrude their peaceful home and not leave them there alone When the time after the sunset they think to exclusively own!
Having said this with a grave face he would lower his voice still low While on nightly posts at the graves I’ve seen in the dark some glow And at moonlit nights on duty’s round heard footsteps around me I would advise boy not to step into at night at the cemetery.
He used to tell more such tales to instill in the boy some fear But come the next evening and at the cemetery I would reappear For I loved the moon bathed solitude the trees’ darkened shed The tranquility of the place in quiet company of the dead!
All said I wouldn’t leave out in this account one truthful fact Uncle Peter’s stories had some effect some impact They colored my times at the cemetery spent at nights alone I seemed to feel they were moving the graves’ marble stone.
Then one night as I was coming out around nine o’clock To my horror found the gate closed with an iron lock Bewildered I stood there knowing no other ways to go When there appeared a shadow heard the voice of Peter Xalxo.
I told you boy not to loiter here not disturb their peace of night This ground here the dead walks now though beyond your sight Run home and never come back his voice in whisper talked Some more words he mumbled before got the gate unlocked.
That night at the dinner table my father told mom this He was such a good man and a great friend to miss But God only decides in his garden which flower to pluck Peter Xalxo died this evening suffered a heart attack.
There's no way I could justify any of the failed loves.
They only demanded from me
a little more strength some more endurance walk a longer length
but when close to the peak my knees grew weak doubts brewed in my head my resolves started to fade I was seeking more precision more commitment from the other side
and what happened was no doubt their obvious fallout
a retreat when it would have been right to in love scale the needed height.
Then as a cover up of my shame tainted the other with all blame last nail in the coffin being hold her responsible for everything then solaced in escape's upbeat mood saying what happened happened for good!
Now I have to admit *****-nilly my lapses in love come back to haunt me.