poetry

[87] Sense of Time

by Rahul Gaur

She’s got a past that betrays future
A mind so meticulous and a will so strong
it turns waves back that form in my mind
A walk so slow that you can’t help but notice
that she limps a little, a battle scar

She’s unlike anything any
imitating her is almost a blasphemy
but the way her eyes move
they hijack your mind
they teach you of yourself
but they lie all the time

So what to trust when she has said
not to trust her
Do you still put your faith
in something that is bound to end up
in a twisted sense of irony that she builds
in a past, that betrays future
but a woman
that betrays your sense of time.

Advertisements

10 thoughts on “[87] Sense of Time”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s