Jaded Dreams and Empty Promises ...

This is a poem, by a good friend of mine .

A phenominal poet, Faraz 'Veto' Khan

Jaded dreams and empty promises
Have left you so bitter.
Jaded dreams and empty promises
Is all you have to show.
Besides the scars that lie someplace
In your psyche that we call heart
They stole it then ransomed it.
You bought it back of course
But they sold it in pieces
Extorting every valve, vein, ventricle
For all that they could get.
Sold the rest in markets
Where pretty girls with auburn curls
Sell their bodies for acceptance.
Their souls for teenage love.
You are worth more than this.
You are worth more than a kiss
From the green eyed heartthrob’s lips.
His fists cloak his palms
That are like deserts
Engulfed in rivers of destiny
But only your tears run through them.
These same tears give me life
I kiss each one off your face
So I can taste your sorrow
And it tastes like an ocean.
Like the dead sea of phantom lovers
Who offered you the world
That was too heavy for their shoulders.
So you settled for love.
But love proved to be a heavier load
Than the world combined with the skies above.
So you lost hope.
My dear this is different.
Do not let your past be so vindictive
Burn it along with it’s Caspers
Cremate it and impregnate the wind with its ashes
Let the world be your ashtray
A cleansing fire to purify your present
So you can free yourself and fall in love again.
And we will walk with our fingers meshed
Through a Universe filled with possibilities
Our backs basking in the heat
From the bonfire left behind.
Your rose petals whisper in my ear
Your fears of future years to come.
If only you could read my soul
If only you could bite my wrists
And taste what flows in my veins
The residue left on your lips
Would scream your name. (c)