The Wrong One

Muddle of conversation in my head,
Confounded by the luster of life,
Familiar faces
Reminiscent of places
I’ve been going…
And then you

I knew then I wanted to know you,
I knew you felt the same;
Took me by the hand
And led me
Into heaven

They condemn,
You’re the wrong one
Or are you just designed to be
The way they make you out to be?
Your love is
Oh, so sweet.
But are your lies sweeter ?

Your silent words move me
In a way the music of the world cannot;
The look in your eyes –
I’m almost in tears
With the joy in my heart.
This liason is so hard to put into words;
So hard to make it any other way
Than what it already is –
Inconceivable elation fused with pain.

I fail to comprehend
How you make me feel,
I just know that you make me FEEL.

Are you the wrong one?
Why am I happy ?
Are you the wrong one ?
Why am I bleeding ?

Are you the wrong one ?
This pain makes me beautiful.
Are you the wrong one ?
Touch my spirit.
Are you the wrong one?
I want your body.
Are you the wrong one ?
I want your soul.
Are you the wrong one ?
My heart is beating so.
Are you the wrong one ?
My heart is bleeding so.

Are you the wrong one ?
For once I’m not losing my mind
You’re the wrong one…
And the wrong one loves me right.




- Sriya Coomer
September 1st,2006



P.S-Thanks Sam for "Untitle"-ing my poem!