Remember the day

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fireside Chat.”


Remember the day we sat
By the fireside we had a chat
We watched the embers slowly burning
Our fingers entwined with a yearning
Remember, remember the day we sat
It seemed the universe had gone silent
With the melody of your voice, wherever it went
I remember the song you sung
Like the chiming Christmas bells it rung
Remember, remember the day we sat
I never wanted the night to end
Wish we had more time to spend
How could i have known it all
That time would take its deadly toll
Remember, remember the day we sat
I counted the Decembers and they were three
By my side, when will you be?
Off you ran wild and free
Never cared what happened to me
Remember, remember the day we sat
Remember the long walks we had
The stupid fights that made us mad
Remember the jokes we made
Scattered, lost down the memory lane
Remember, remember the day we sat


Broken Heart


As I walked past the empty bench
Cold, Black eyes made me wrench
I turned back and our gazes met
Producing a strife of thunder that went
Leaving me thinking, alone at the junction
What had i done to deserve this attention

It was time to think back and meditate
Realize what mistakes in life I had made
That had made her heart, so cold and fierce
Given her the eyes that hurt and pierce
Why was I treated by her as a dime
Making me realize I was wrong all the time

I was ready to accept my mistakes and apologize
But she was never in a mood to socialize
How could I tell her my heart so ached
Wanting myself to die for her sake
That look which lingered on in her eyes
Made me reason it was too late to apologize

So many things I wanted to tell her
The misunderstandings, where they were
Just one chance, that was all my heart begged
Tell her my thoughts so I could clear up my head
My courage betrayed me every time I tried
To go and walk by her side

Why was life so difficult for me
What was, that it wanted me to be
Was I such an unimportant person
When was last, I gained their attention
How could people be so heartless
Why couldn’t they see I was in such a mess

There was nothing left I could do
Absolutely no one I could turn to
So I sat there on the lonely stone
All my feelings had long gone
Life was full of dirty art
It always ended with a Broken Heart