MÉLÒÓMÉLÒÓ? (How Many Shall I Count?)Judaisky Cares

MÉLÒÓMÉLÒÓ? (How Many Shall I Count?)

Under the oak tree_
Comes love from our hearts.
You love me and I love you too.
My treasures were the foundation_
For this love needed be nursed.
The days of dearth came knocking_
A guest, a landlord_
Till the brass tracks of our love
Collided with the aged sun
And kissed the ground.

At the dawn of hardship_
Our relationship turned friendship_
Before the rising of the sun_
You killed all the ship in humanity
As my hands were deep in my pocket.
News of tragic Romeo filled your ears_
You crawled out like a vanquished lion
To the bosom of love under the bridge.

You left my heart shattered_
With dreams of our morrow
Dangling in the swing of my heart.
You left my mouth ajar_
For words struggle in my vocal.
I became a victim of love_
Whose morrow is sealed with pain.
This is the chronicle of my tales_
To be told in the paradise of moonlight
When eventide assume its post.
I stand at bay watching_
Learning the language of my ink_
Learning how to handle my pen 🖋


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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