SHE

Shot through the heart,
I lay in the field,
and several lay beside me
sans sword or shield.

Woke up then startled
in the night, I did.
And realised i was fine,
but shivering like a kid.

The next day came and went,
so did many more.
The dream was forgotten,
and with it all the gore.

And then one day I met her,
she was like morning breeze.
Her touch was soft,her eyes deep,
every bad dream had to cease.

She was meant to be, I knew
from the first day we met.
And I felt she sensed it too,
I just know it,would have had a bet.

And then she just left me,
shattered and alone.
Cut me with a knife,
destroyed all that was sown.

And then i got to know,
there were many more.
Before me,with hearts broken,
atleast 3,maybe even 4.

That night the dream reappeared,
was again struck through the heart.
But now i knew the reason why,
and how she had played a part.

Love is a silly game,
you trip, you win, you lose.
And since are very very rare,
at loss,one sinks in booze.

I still sometimes remember,
the days,the moments real sweet.
But then I think why,
and crush her under my feet.

Swore never to fall in love,
and never to trust a girl.
Was hurt once,but not again
never to be stuck again in a swirl.

And then she came,
more beautiful, tender and sweet.
And I knew she wont ditch me,
knew it with every passing beat.

One never knows for sure,
where life takes or leads.
You could remain strung in a necklace,
or scatter away like beads.

Its good to be hurt once,
to cry and to plea.
So that when you meet the special one,
you know how good is she.

(nt my story)