I crave those 3 words,
but it seems I am far too ahead in this game of love.
Every time I stare deep into your eyes,
I cant seem to find those words anywhere close by.
You stare back, as if I am asking for too much.
For you love is a game you have played plenty of times.
Or so, I would like to believe.
To me.. it’s sacred and delicate.
As, I envy the ones who have it!
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
Your counted by percentage.
Some may claim you to be their lover the ones with a weak mind.. you have possessed and now they can’t let go
As You desperately leave them wanting for more
The loved ones view you as an evil stuck in a bottle
But yet it’s not your fault
While your tucked in a shelve
And kept away.
But it’s them that tried you in the first place and now
You have become their intoxication. A possession that can take them out of their emptiness
The loved ones ask why?
And no answer
The individual remains silent.. and only with their thoughts
Protecting what they have in their hands
a lover
Yes a lover
That is breaking relationships, and finally your left to confront the cold world.
You feel left out and not loved.
But all along they were their
By your side.
While you were blinded by the love that kept you out of touch with the reality around you
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
I crave to be loved
Just like the roses
That bring a smile to the receiver
From it’s elegance to its beauty
A smell that makes you fall in love multiple times
What is it I crave
To be physically loved like a rose
I’d rather let this feeling fade away.
Love is a desire
I wish to fall deep into
But yet apart of me is afraid of the darkness it holds
To be rejected, left or lose the one I may want to hold dearly
As I lay here on this cold ground
Fantasizing about my future
Of the empty fate that awaits me
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
An innocent beauty.
Lost in the battle of her own world.
As pressure builds all around her,
Blocking all the directions.
From the construction of her own decisions.
That has lead her to this, lost of hope.
From the non existent love and support from the family.
As she is trying to find herself,
Yes a beauty.
A fading beauty!
Restricting to see the light as darkness blurs her vision to see further.
Running away the only safer choice, a decision that could change her life and everyone around her.
As she is searching for HER.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
Emptiness cringes my heart searching for a voice,
to tell me it's alright.
Hurting myself is not good.
Let the frustrations that stoop you low, float away
in its own existence.
A human has a purpose,
but what is purpose?
Left alone in this world, an amazing feeling
you and you all alone.
So quiet and peaceful,
each breath is slowly taken in and out.
Be you they said and yet they judge
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Let the waters sway,
as the lake dances to the moon's gravity.
The sand carried by the wind, and
the rain droplets kiss the ground.
Let the snow wrap itself around the trees, that stand alone.
As the creatures find salvation on this poisoned world.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
Mama
She is a book,
a skipped chapter in my life.
Only flashbacks seem not to let go…..
Of the scenes, when I was young
Moments when she stood there by my side.
******
The laughter she gave,
when I made her smile.
The empty days lingered, when she travelled.
Distance slowly tore us apart, as sad songs filled my ears.
Until the day we united.
******
The tears rolled down my cheeks because of the chapters I skipped,
continued without me being aware.
As she stared widely at me, I hid afraid to look at her .
In case she saw my sad tears,
tears of happiness actually.
I finally get to continue from the chapter I left off!
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Poet I will say, yet I am not one.
I write what comes in my mind.
With every page filling with flashes of raw emotions,
staining with tears that were once buried deep within me.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Emptiness
fills my soul.
Searching for I..
Head throbs from the endless thoughts.
who am I,
SPEAK !
Mouth sealed,
as left with no words
to define the person I yearn to be.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC