Poezja

They once told me that a heartless person is someone who cared too much about something once in his life.....
They once told me love starts with a smile... ignites with a kiss and ends in tears...
 
They once told me love blinds the eyes and clouds the mind....
 
Here's my story.. again.
 
of a reflection so beautiful it could break water...
a thing that cannot be painted or photographed...
because the hands of men cannot capture the shapes and details of her..
A smile that makes every frown vanish...
Teeth as white as snow...
Eyes like lush forest groves....
And hair like copperwires....
 
She shocked me and one jolt was enough...
How she guided me to the gates on angel wings...
 
Angelic glory and the trumpets of thousands..
 
hid the failure that was lurking underneath the surface..
 
A flash of thunder struck my skull and my eyes opened..;
No trumpets nor gates of gold
 
just a lake and cold hands...
 
out she comes..; soaked in mud and water...
A ghostly apparation of once was..
 
that beautiful girl i tried to portray...
I embrace her between the sludge and the kelp...
 
And when i open my eyes again...
there's nothing but a body of water...
the dead trunk of a tree that sticks out like the hand of a drowning victim...
 
and nothing but....
cold hands... and silence...