The wounds that don’t Sell...

It was love at first sight
This is what we all say...am I right???
So much you jingle the bell...
But who knows that the fate would be so hard to tell

I was once a kid in this whole affair
Clinging onto the cliff I did dare
But how would I know I would be stabbed
Into the spring of a muddle would I be grabbed…

Should I grumble for the pain I smell?
Or rattle for the wounds that don’t sell
I abstain from re-living the blues
For I can’t no more let you take over my life’s hues

Whenever I walk on the wet floor
You wouldn’t know if it was me who shut the door
For I’m prepared to cast enough rays of grimace
To satiate what I still see on your face

I still wander through the crowded street
Hoping to greet the morning dew with my feet
I still wait for the sprinkle of shower
That’ll blow life into the withering bowers

It is a wish, nothing more than that, I swear
I’ve stripped my mind of the love I used to wear
It’s too late for I’ve drawn the fence
I’ll allow now the lemon to wound the silence

I have mopped the memories
You no more exist and cease
Not anymore, not any way near my shore
Will I let the times explore…

It was love at first sight
This is what we all say...am I right???
So much you jingle the bell
But who knows that the fate would be so hard to tell...