The map of where to meet me, if I will never return

 _The map of where to meet me ,if I will never return_

The mazes of broken ground, 

In The turmoil of self stimulation in the waking wound. 

The path to bestow and the path to grow, 

Are never one in the new season of sentimental puns.

 

Lets look through the juvenile temperment of enclosure pound, 

That meant to be the best for the next part of the yet not done again sound.

The maps of minute music,

 that embalm the lost traveller can cut through the baffled sinner.

The burgeoning rate of killer sacks can suck the mutiny mask of lost,

Lost are those who need and  demand the rhythm in puerile prose.

The divas are divine to beckon the reckon' funeral,

Even when they are lost they thrive.

So ,When when they are found,

Why do they just survive?

Why to encage the lonely bird of leisure,

That can be cured through the arms of amateur army upgrade.

Maps of minute miracle comes to rummage the roasted and  ridiculed version of me,

But what about the cartographic supplies of draughtsmen despise in demise.

Hey, look, beware,

She is getting strong day be day.

Hey , look, chase,

She is getting lost way after way.

Here , we are memorizing when the magma melt,

And when the seizure of slave serve even their servitude.

Maps !.Craps! Traps! All sound similar,

So similar that they all weep in  the veterinary  blue.

Think ! Thwart! Theme,

Where all the broken hearts go?

When the person with no heart,

Feel the broken heart vibe and cry.

She carried the sword to slay the safe play,

But how can she be so  genius ?

That all the maps she hide in her heart,

Are well remembered prose by prose when the heart  is encircled by  exceptional halo of heinous haze .

Her love was lost,

Her love was long gone.

mad and vulnerable she was t'was ,

Glare the melachony thong of thirst pass.

No friends she made,

Only enemies she got.

A lover's queen of quantnam physics ,

Fainted even the fatracidical funeral of cast choas.

Her mind was hers,

But she preferred loosing her composure.

Only with him,

Who left her for another girl .

But she was a good girl,

 a very good one.

But she can't look at his soul,

Beleiving it was made by angel but have then turned into a demon.

So she sat down, 

And took her diary .

Englassing the end with anxiety with her omen ounce,

And then she opened the  subtle glimpses of his golden glories.

She saw the map,

And the map fell down.

He send to her,

If she need to find him, at any hour.

She smiled,

 and she looked at the sky.

Azure less it was,

Twas' alas! She rubbed off her jeans .

She kept it back,

Saying another day,

Another way,

And then he came.

No not him,

The one she loved ,

The one that loved him,

And grinned.

She smiled ,

And closed the diary.

They planned their date,

He cupped her face , no regrets to trace.

She laughed in between,

He asked her to join.

She reopened her diary,

And took the map,no rejoice his time.

 The maps was faded,

But the glimpses were all over.

She weeded out her love for him,

And remember how he was her wake up alarm .

The rings just bloomed ,

And the roses were pinkish.

Her cheeks were cluttering,

But then she stopped.

He called her out,

No, not him.

The one who was waiting ,

So eagerly for her to come.

He said,

Love, what are uh doin',

She nodded like,

Just making phrases through empty past phases.

He held her hand, and kissed her near her ear.

You know what,

You are so rare!

Like a miracle to be bestowed,

She smiled like her illustrated iconic lips.

He sat with her ,

And took the map.

He asked her!

You wanna go there.

She nodded in a clear crisp no,

But then the endevours changed her devour .

She calmed the lies in her ,

But even before, anything,

 he said,

Let's see, where it is !

*_To be continued_*

Leeza