Ficklish Love

Take away your ficklish loves

No bigger than the smallest of doves

They may suit some other

Myself can’t handle another

Parts of my souls are still in graves

Which were made by fantasies

That you thought were your loves

And I loved the idea of death

Till you showed me dead too suffer

In storms of your passing fantasies

Take away your 21 days of happiness

Your 5 songs and heartaches

Your dreams and other demons

I have demons enough

Of my own

I have died times enough

On my own

These you don’t have to give me

Darling

And don’t feel sorry

Darling

Copses don’t carry feelings

Darling

Are at home in their graves

darling

And you will forget me

darling

You always do

So cheers darling

let it end well darling

on happy notes or mirth

Of thank yous and sorries

Of byes and don’t you worry

Even if they are songs that don't rhyme

And aren’t worth a dime

let us Cheer darling

We will both live darling

You will love again darling

There was first one sound

And I was your rebound

The second one will surely be better

Someone who to you will matter

And I will have my swan songs

Leisure to think on my wrongs

Cheers darling

For though mine might be a veil

We shall both smile

Copyright – Sidharth Vardhan