The love I show is how I feel for no needle could pierce my heart more than your cheeky smile.
A glorious shine reflects off the side of your cheek through the waves of the nights sky, I seek solace in your presence, a common ground for our nightly encounters, While I wait on the iron to cast away our creases from the days journey gone by, I stagger from the influence. Your company brings laughter and flirtatious lines, A harmless suggestion that led to denial, A heart that seeks to keep old wounds at bay knows no boundaries, Loss tightened every stitch and it tightens with you, A fear of goodbye and heartache chains Mountjoys’ doors, Hurt once explored can not cast my door, nor shall the lock allow to pass, The bridge burnt with another’s touch in sight, Like a sword pierce through my heart to the other side, Witnessed and choked I had to listen to your jokes, Revenge was sought not on you my love. A moment of chance arose to clear a wound once again, Both hands grabbed without a second thought, Revenge was sweet but a twist felt your anger, Goodbye knocked for one realised, The love I feel is real but with your power I shall not be free, She leeches to my veins with every word spoke, Sight of you and her turns the switch, The kettle boils and trips it’s fuse. to edit.
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Our first night flew by coupled with some refreshing drinks and street music,
An early night cemented the following day's joy, On our arrival to Ha Long Bay, we settled in to encounter its beauty, Row by row we kayaked the musky water. The warmth of drizzling rain decorated our surroundings, Monkey's climbing the trees to our side, As our new friendships and current relationships were tested to craft a rhythm, Each row led us back to enjoy the night. The night sky loomed over our banana shaped carriage, As the sound of nearby parties filled the silence, It was not long until we joined with our coarse karaoke, As Britney and Abba burst through the carriage. Singing, chatting like long lost friends, Lines went overboard in the search for shrimp, As the side lights paved the path for to hook our prey, But to no success. Friendships settled for the remainder of our journey, From Hanoi to Ho Chi Ming City, Sights of joy riddled with a history of sorrow and violence, No retirement for those who reside. A cross road reeks of danger here, For motorbikes are ideal, We took note of three children body-hugging beside their parents, Steady while the frame held their weight and the wheels rotated in the afternoon traffic, As Road by road, track by track we travelled, From guessing words to stories about goats, Sleeping with cockroaches and defying the odd rat, We rambled city by city, Our journey reached an end but the story is not over. |
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