Essence Of Blue

Synchronized

. . . M U S I C O N F O R B E T T E R E X P E R I E N C E . . . 

The face of Rosaline is now replaced by a woman that looks just like no other way,

But her beauty makes him feel no different way,

He knew it when they met -

once she's gone he'll lose his way.

Around the corner, he saw a blonde that looked just like her,

His heart made quick gentle taps as he realized it really was her.

For the blonde ordered a cup of coffee that only she would always do,

'No added sugar but lots of milk please' was how she likes for taste, 

And so

'Please add lots of sugar but no added milk for mine please' was how he would always tease.

This has always been the way they loved each other,

Their heartbeat never once in sync with the others,

But it didn't matter now for she's gone, 

And so

There's no other way

for what's gone is gone.

'But there's one way!' The beautiful woman in front of him would argue.

She would then add on 'Women can sense jealousy better than men.' with that, she made a clicking noise from her tongue.

'And that blonde over there you have been staring at' She tilted her head slightly in annoyance.

But he didn't know how she felt.

Nor did he care.

'Rosaline's what Iago would describe as a green-eyed-monster.'

His body tensed upon hearing that,

could this be what hope feels like?

'What's the way?' He asked aloud, eager for an answer to his emptiness.

Just then the Rosaline stood up and paid her bills,

she walked out in silence, in pain and obviously, 

Still in love. 

'What are you waiting for?'

The woman asked, she understood true love and knew when to back down.

That was all he needed to hear.

He ran out like a storm charging towards her,

Syncing with her heart for once,

That never stopped yearning for his love. 

Left alone at the coffee table,

The beautiful woman cried silent tears, 

And so

Everyone was watching her

helpless

She always knew she could never replace Rosaline in his heart,

Could that be what hope feels like?

The cruelty that hopes bring,

nobody once mentioned but constantly felt.

Rosaline was his hope, 

in love

The woman who tied a knot in his heart from the start,

And what about her hope? It had always been him, of course.

From the window, she saw them through the rain,

Her lover and her best friend embracing, not knowing her agony.

But watching them

the corner of her mouth slowly and hesitantly made a small curve, 

This burning pain was worth their happiness,

Let her be alone in emptiness.

Author's note:

This is the first time I attempt something like this. I hope it captures all the emotions I've been meaning to express. Also, there's no explaining what this poem prose means. It is up to you all how you want to interpret this and of course; I would LOVE to hear your opinions! Let me know how it makes you feel and so and so!

Question to ponder on:

Is this a sad or happy poem prose?