Sadness

Sad is not the smile but the daggers behind it,
Not the death of a you but the soul of the same,
Sad are not the stories but the actors behind it,
Not the songs so true but the words said in vain,
The reason and not the lie, a you..but what's in a name,
A whisper and not a sigh, the dice and not the game...

She and Oscar Wilde

You are not punished for your sins,you are punished by them, she quoted as her departing footsteps gently faded away into another night of starry lies and into another lunar love.
And I was the dice while you were the chance,
Because if adam had charm, eve would have danced,
You and me are one too many for a duet,
you would knit memories into emotions and then snip it,
Then you would smile a tear and I thought I was the poet,
And now curtains is to long brown hair what the keyhole is to those eyes,
Present in those calender pages,your presence is no surprise,
Farewell to the favorites while silence laughs at the door,
Your memories live and stink where my words don't no more...