Apologises

The best part of me is still connected to
your heart.
The worse? Still apologizes
as we go along….

New York Facet 1

It’s morning now
Them New Yorkers hurried
Between cobbled pavements
And potholed routes
Stuffy subway stations
Littered tracks
Leaking ceilings
Does dreams began
With state of the art headphones?
Can life commute
Without common courtesy?
I ponder the pitter patter
As I gaze at their
expressionless faces
Looking over
them dusty windows..
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remember me by

remember me not

for the bad things I

did not do

but for all the roses I

scattered on your fair

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remember me not

for the warts found on my skin

or the greying of my hair but

for my politeness that graces

your concerns

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remember me not

by the odds that

weigh me down

that made you wise

for it won’t come again

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our photos have bleached

the stains has blurred

but as I outstretch myself

way up high

I could only see love

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and feel the mood

suspended on the clouds

and that is how you

should remember us by

the umbrella that we held tight..

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beacon of hope

I have gotten used to you

who appeared in my darkest hour

and became my beacon of hope

I wasn’t ready to give in

neither was I ready to give you up

but I guess I was built never to

to see any good child fatherless

or selfishly shade any good woman

away from the sun

when they deserve so much more

which is how we ended up elevated

under the spotlight of ridicule

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I have gotten used to you

and with you in my arms

we hung on through all storms

fighting with the clouds till it

turns cotton white once more

but I guess I was built never to

be understood by the child

nor the selfishly good woman

of why living with both is better

than choosing either one

which is why you ended up agitated

under the spotlight of scorn

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I have gotten used to you

but the beacon grew weaker

as you snuff me off your schedule

I wasn’t ready to give in

neither was I ready to give you up

but I guess I was built never to

father again another good child

or court again another good woman

then hiding them away from the sun

when I am convinced I deserve none

which is how I ended up dishevelled

away from the spotlight of it all..

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