The signature that u engrave
on my soul with your lips,
Sets it on fire
With desires of your fingertips
An incessant pain ensues
Overwhelming my senses and wit
With flashes of you in my arms
Holding a placard saying Shit.
Flabbergasted, I look around
Only to find myself in a flavorless skit
Surrounded by pretentious folk
Singing the lore ‘when we split’
Burning my world,
Before I can extinguish
All is lost
Except the instruments for my anguish
A token of these spoils of love
Your memories : I still can’t relinquish
My heart still guilty of loving you
Thinking of you n talking gibberish…