Sad Beautiful Tragic

For the man I knew as Manager King... Your memory will be the sweetest. It's a bliss in mind to meet you. I hope Singapore is giving you the beauty of living.

It’s too late

Like the plane that took you

Like the telephone calls unanswered

Like the messages that never returned

I learned the truth too late

 

I thought I figured it all

I solved the puzzle pieces

I unraveled life and never misses

I never needed negotiation, I am self-sold

I am the master of my shell-shaped world

 

Then you came crashing in with the rain

Breaking at the breaches of my melancholy

Out of my league, I fell in love with your folly

Finding in the end, I’d be distressingly sorry

Knowing eyes

Captivating smiles

Clever words

Wrinkled nose

Throwing your head back laughing

 

All too well, I remember!

 

Like that call by the end of December

You were waiting down the alley

Shaded by the moonlight’s glow

We forget the places we should be

Out in the cold night, we went on a go-see

On your scooter’s ride

Arms intertwined

Your red scarf swaying side by side

I’m not keen on destinations and unknown flights

But you know the city with its bright lights

 

I close my eyes and you’re still there

My mind took pictures of you in bare

In misery, I took my fair share

Now the pain is more than I can bear

Now his ghost will always haunt me
He’s a thousand of miles away

But he still torments me

Make me smile

Make me calm

Make me sad

Make me mad

He can set my emotion on a roller coaster ride

And to his gravity I carelessly abide

I am simply falling… breaking

My Achilles’ heel

Come what may, he moves me.

Scared of the broken eras

I built my walls up high

Locked the doors of my lonesome heart

Swear to let nobody in,

No not the way, I reserved my part

But, I’m fooling myself

For I hope for you to walk back in

And I hope it’s not too late

To sew the seams of fate

 

Oh! Cursed the trepidations of romance

That took the moons and the suns in a glance

That took time in my safety bind

Though out of sight he’s never out of my mind

 

He will never leave me

Even if now he’s but a memory

My mind will still endure his glory

He will still be a part in everything I do

Part of the dreams, dreams we once knew

 

Just the mere idea of him will still inspire me

Echoing his words on my very lips

I can’t help but imitate his beautiful mind

Oh! his sweet sullen soul, enamored me blind

 

And I’ll be longing for his glass-caged heart

The heart that gladly invited me in as its guest

Darling, it may be too late

But you’re worth every skipping heartbeat‘s rate

 

And in the quiet of my melancholic night

The melody starts to set in

Songs of all that might have been

If things weren’t too late to begin

 

Like the plane that might take you back

Like the telephone lines opening in both track

Like the messages sent to and fro

Then maybe truth has not been overdue.

 

You’re not a mistake, you’re a wondering

But you know I’m not one for the waiting

For I’ve learned time waits for no one.

One day, we may catch our flights

And learn our our truths were coming undone

But it’s again too late

Too late.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Huyana,
"Sad Beautiful Tragic"
You used some very creative phrases: "Shell shaped heart," Scared of the broken eras," I am simply falling, breaking," I'll be longing for his glass shaped heart."
I understand the process of remorse...time.
Bless you.
Kathy