Weltschmerz

I've had my chapters before I met you
Chapters that were passionate in the beginning that ended with
"You love me until you don't."

One chapter died without closure; as if I was left at the altar
Years spent trying to understand the holy mess
Years wasted trying to weave and mend what's broken
Only to uncover later it never really matters
I was in agony

Chapter two then began just as hope was about to cease
But abruptly it ended with
"You're not very Christian for me."
Frankly I find that pathetic; it wasn't worth my tears
Though I went to bed after a few bottles of beer
I was in agony

Chapter three isn't worth mentioning
Pure lust on one end and it ended slowly with treachery
Then a 'modern romance' sparked
Lecherous, hostile, revolting, revengeful; I hated everything
I was in agony

The fourth chapter... It was a soap opera
The kisses scorched me
My body trembled every time he pulls me closer
Two hearts together, and I thought
"This probably is the beginning of my last chapter."
I was wrong and I thought
"Forever is over."
Again.. I was in agony

And here is a new chapter... Are we writing it together?
Or will I be the one pulling it together?
Once again be in agony?

-PRK-

If You Don't See Me Tomorrow

Your existence is a euphoria to my quiet world
Like the silky strum of a guitar
And the solo saxophone in Careless Whispers
But if you don't see me tomorrow
Just know that you've changed my life
Just know that I longed to be next to you
And that I want to share with you the little luxuries I have
The songs I wrote,
The lingering thoughts I have about you
And the stories I never told you
If you don't see me tomorrow
Just know that I miss you always

-PRK-

Hollow Coast

Though the bottle is glazed
There's still be such a phase
Memories I couldn't erase
But I shall keep it rephrased
Never will they be replaced
For infidelity wasn't the case
It's just one of those days
The mist finger my face

-PRK-

All That Jazz

That whisper in the ear
When that figure reappear
Eager to steer
And thither a jeer
As it was a struggling chavelier
Never a cavalier
Forever an adhere
A treasure so sincere
Sincerely so gentle
Like a whispering temple
A plot in assemble
A blind drunk battle
Be it in the chapel
Or on the saddle
Astraddle, perhaps bedazzled

-PRK-