Songs of Solitude....

To the dancing rhythms of despair ,
 To the transient melodies of happiness,
 Love seemed to be the only feeling of myself
 Was it a life they speak about every single day?
 A feeling so untrue, so destructive and so vulnerable
A feeling of uniqueness and perfection
 no words; left me in the dungeons of cherish
  to just speak about the air of despondency within
 yet, I speak about the feelings I dream of in-
 silent, persuasive nights, drenched in the spirit of solitude
                                                            

                                                               Innocent as was the feeling, so was the exploit
                                                                the gain?? Some aspirations long awaited.
                                                                Still I ran after your afterglow,your true feelings
                                                                 your kinds words and true self,
                                                                 Vain was all the consequence, buried deeper and deeper..........