Has your soul ever been kissed?
Once upon a time, right here in this town, someone kissed my soul.
Like the present, it was also the dawn of spring where everything dead came to life like our love; the one we often read in poetry. The only difference between then and now was that it all now felt like a wake.
Whenever I stood in that same alley, watching petals drift from their lofty perches, memories floods back; of how we fell... deeply and irrevocably. How we crushed... painfully and fatally. The scenery though, still remained unchanged. A constant reminder of emotions once felt. It was almost nostalgic and I often wondered;
Why did I never leave this street?
Has your soul ever been kissed?
Their were countless moments shared, precious and too significant to cast aside. Yet, others did not understand, or perhaps I couldn’t grasp that memories could weigh and distract. Now all that remained of our shared past was this town.
‘You are the one.’ Oh, how he whispered like a poem.
‘You are the one,’ they still haunted me like a ghost after my soul. They say time heals, but I was akin to a flower encased in ice, frozen in time. Some claimed I came alive once; when the bees harvested nectar from my petals. Yet that was only because I fell for the bittersweet memories again.
Has your soul ever been kissed?
We were divine, our love a screaming red; passionate, intense, yet also the red of a wounded heart. And then, we were but ashes on the ground.
What truly went wrong?
My dream was you, while yours was in the stars. My naivety led me to believe in a forever, a notion now proven folly. What can I say? Love did blind my eyes.
It’s a melancholy truth that it took so long to see how we soared, yet never far. Our love was doomed from the start, yet we fought for it as if forbidden. When they claim we were too young, we thought they did not know us. They didn’t know us but they knew of us and now what? I was to thaw and continue living? What of us? Our shared memories, our promises? Should I discard them as you did?
This street… a lump chocked my throat as I reign in the tears dangling in my eyes. I looked upon the street once more and sigh. It was spring full of bloom, and here I was devoid of its color. It was then I realized a painful truth;
It’s all a lie when they promise you forever. But it is true when they say they care. But only for a while when there is still fire burning strong. And when it dims, they even kill the sparks like it was never there.
Only the aftermath of the horrors when you look back and shiver, of what you gave and what you’ve lost; like serving a curse. An eternal scar. A reminder. Now that’s forever.
Has your soul ever been kissed?
Very touching, evoked so much profound emotions, and you use words so eloquently that I was crying because it was so beautiful..
It's sounds like somewhere between a novel and a poem I suppose. The thing about the two is they tend to be exact opposites. A novel has length where a poem hits you hard and fast. There's no plot here. It's long winded for a poem... I'm not sure how to feel.
Love... Even it just a word, but it truly leads to places where we want to be. Places that could hurt us, could be happy. As for you... You treat your love as a flower.
A flower who aims for to be loved even for bees who give fall promises. That they would return. Yet, they don't return that easy, because bees dies