THE STORY UNTITLED

We fall in love in broken dreams

Instances   that  don’t pass by, but linger

We becomes lost to our words

Born to the moment

To the new experience

A new feeling

We relinquish our control to the other

In solemn hope of surrender

We fall - truly fall

 and nothing else make  sense

 thoughts  are clouded ; grey with uncertainty

then words  form  but crumple - dissolve at our lips

just then , mixed with uncertainty, we  know, truly know that we are in love

We fall in broken wells, swallowed in streams  of blood

Lingering as fragile pieces dispersed in anger

In darkness, we search for that moment,

Lost in our own  world- sequence in time

Wishing under our breath to feel once more

 and Loose ourselves in the warmth of another

Use our dull brushes ,

Paint back our beauty

Take our pens and write our pieces

Sing the words to make our songs

But we fall in love to breakdown

And surprised  are we when tears form rivers

Engulf our bodies, darken our souls

In pain , in darkness, we lead to find

Control lost, when broken moments

Find their place in our sequence of time