I knew from the beginning it was not right
One loved and the other did not
But I gave it a chance for my heart to show
That I had something valuable to offer
Something that was free and penniless
It was from the smallest place in the world
And my heart was the only smallest place I could offer you
On an old stone step is where I dreamed us sat down together,
Fresh air, cool drinks, and a friendly heart free to capture, all for you
I fought that battle to win a place in that world of yours
Blinded were your eyes to see, hard was your heart to accept
Painful as it was, I preserved the love I had for you
The desert end of your homeland was I to live
No one knew of me, but you alone did
The grasses, the trees, the flowers, the birds and the rivers
knew the smell of me.
They became the humanity I relied upon
They were the only beauties I could adore.
Those moments were single because there was only me in it.
Everything I thought you knew, was unreal and had changed
Months and months of my smallest place kept my love so real.
A waited love with joyous thoughts of you
Shattered with no presence of yours
My plans was a mistaken project
I mourned the reality of what was and what could have been
What I thought was real, had never been real
When I thought I wanted it with you and me together
You shared yours beyond my imagination
Your friends knew of a secret, a wrong secret they kept
Are they friends? Would a friend keep the wrong secret?
If only the earth would wish upon a friend
who could draw you a map to that
“smallest place” in the world, a world
where there are big things with your name on it
And that’s what friends are for
Loving you was the wrong ocean I was sailing
I never found land, and my love was thirsty
My heart was dry, a wound it had built
I realised a pain, a pain I couldn’t bear to continue
my smallest place was dripping blood
I stitched my wound and I pull up my sail high
It became me, the ocean and the winds, and nobody else
I finally saw beyond the horizon
Your suitcase, I packed it for you
You want to know what happened?
Behind the door in the desert end of your hometown
A copy lay bare on your suitcase
Ask no questions, your heart arrested you
You, your friends, your mysteries, your secrets
Some riddles I solved from the palms of my feminine self
Decoding you, I grown tired of a job
I burnt the wall you built.
Regrets I have, of you not been behind the wall when I burnt it down
I’ve finally found land, I drained the ocean
I built my bridge, I expanded my heart
My Small Place, where a love so true waited for you
A love bigger than the world
Number one was a mistake
Number two was torture
Number three was tragedy
And if I allow Number four, a trigger I would wish
The pain, the thirst, and the stitch, was a wound I cured
A chapter I am closing and a decision I made
Is there anything else you want to know?
Well, I have filed you in my radar and not in my life
You may call it a photo album if you wish to
But the person in pictures is a no desired fruit
You may want to visit the past one day
And if ever you want to remind yourself of a love once so true
“My Smallest Place Dripped Blood on the Ocean”
Is the name of the “Dossier.”
Mama told me there’d be days like this!
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