With another woman in your arms
Sitting at the edge of the bed in a room overlooking the River
You left her swooning with all your charm
I can picture you my Paolo
As the night clandestinely sets in
The velvet curtains drawn
Strong is the tang of your sin
Your face flashes in my mind my Paolo
As your words wilt in this summer breeze
Your words! Oh! Your words
They’ve now left my warm heart in an eternal freeze
You sashayed with her along the canals
Looking over your shoulder
That mystique shadow was indeed mine
The lurking Shawl I thought you’d recognize
As you crossed every line
the name Paolo reminds me of Paolo Travels.....hahahha
ReplyDeleteWoah woman... That's some imagery... I was in that room with him... a third person sorta entity, watching him wither in shame.. I could feel his restlessness... I could feel your eyes poring his skin and his flesh... I could feel it... I believe it..
ReplyDeletePhew...My goosebumps are still intact
thanks tabbyyy....actually i quite didnt finish it you know...i posted it in a hurry..there is no closure in the end
ReplyDeletebeautifully expressed..i can go over your whole life with just your blog..
ReplyDeleteand that is because you know me better than i know myself and we spend hours talking about everything and nothing,we know how much even the tiniest things bother the other,,,love you forever
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