15.9.11

Tattoos’ on my soul

I think back to yesteryear, reminisce on the athlete you made of my heart
The exhaustion it felt as it jumped to incredible heights owing to your love
The deformation of my face owing to constant smiles when you came to my sight
I think back on that dangerous day when I took a walk to the tattoo parlour, it is that day when my soul was engraved with your name
The artist you made of my voice as it sang everyday tunes when thoughts of you became me
The frequent rains that kept showering my eyes as I wept thanking you for loving me
The bruises of my knees as I prepared myself for that day when you would become a stranger
Today finally came when I only speak of you as a used to be
I wear the marks you blessed me with when you chose to end us with a bang not so good
My heart hums of the wounds you planted on it when you insulted the thing that knew you better than my flesh ---my heart
My body dances to the humiliation you played when you thought you had defeated me
My mind however refuses succumbing to status quo by choosing to forget you lived
My eyes refuse to change the vision of possibilities you once planted on them
Irrespective of the less you became to wave goodbye to our dream I never will erase you from my mind
Because you have tattooed your name on my soul
The only place where hands of flesh can’t reach