Pain

The clouds come in gustful blows
Breaking down well-established walls,
With impunity they harangue thee
And the jocundity and mirth stall.
You gather about your senses
As the structures come crumbling down,
You have no more defences,
And a smile is far, but a frown.
To talk is a rightful ordeal
For all have turned against you,
To love is a pain in itself
For all my feelings you misconstrued.

Need some import

You said it, but you didn't;
I must be wild to believe you,
Especially since the hour of solitude
You spent with someone else so dear,
My heart is now clouded with fear
For I did believe you, but I must've been crazy;
But nothing can discount
That the hour of solitude
You spent with someone else so dear.
Maybe I am not that important,
Maybe I succumbed too quickly
For you to give me more importance
Than is necessary, maybe I should backtrack,
Hide my feelings, lest I hurt more,
I can't shed one more drop of tear
Than is necessary;
Why won't you hold me so dear,
And spend the hour of solitude with me,
For I do love you, and I'm willing to bear
Your spites and distastes and misfortunes,
But it's too soon to tell you that,
Lest I succumb too quickly
Again, and you give me less importance
Than I already have verily.

Hurting, paining

I'm hurting, I'm paining
With your various shenanigans,
With your merry-making without me,
With no import I am hanging
By a threadbare string of hope
That things are tighter than the rope
That binds us, rules us;
May be things were better
Till I discovered your various shenanigans,
Your merry-making till the hours of dawn,
Gosh! I feel like a pawn
On a chessboard,
About to be sacrificed;
No words would suffice
To say how much I'm hurting, I'm paining.

My love

My love you are so cold
For now, your heart warm as gold;
I've fallen in love with you,
My thoughts to you are sold.
I love your smile,
Your laugh so wild,
The purity of your heart
And the nobility of your mind.
My love, I love you so.