The good man fell for her – K.B

Ascetic skepticism killed him in the end…not physically though.

 

 

The good man fell for her

 

 

The good man fell for her,
She had those entrancing
Hips wrapped up in perfume.

She used to dance for him
Half naked, she was his thing,
The thing he loved most.

As all high hopes,
He fell hard
When the cops came
Knocking.

They asked :
« You know this woman? »
They could tell from his eyes
They left him in a daze
Not believing his eyes.

The world came rushing
In,
At once.
He passed on the movie
Of their love in his
Mind,
Remembering fast
Before the shadow
Engulfed him with
Despair.

Things will never be the same
Again,
The lost season was too good
On the heart,
It left a strong impression.

As time went by,
He met other girls,
But her eyes
Were looking at
Him.

In his lonely nights,
He joined her on his
Bed,

Memory gave him
All of her.

Her way of walking,
Her quiet passion,
And outbursts
Of true and powerful
And kind love,

She must be at the
Far end of the world
Now,

Fighting some unknown
Ennemy on her own

Under a fake identity.

The voice of reason
Was stronger,
But how sad
And hungry for her
It left him.

Painkillers,
Cigarettes,
When all he needed
Was her hand,
Star crossed
In the middle
With healing
Powers.

 
K.B

 

 

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