The kind of love that sounds like a beautifully broken vase,
Shattered shards of dreams and glass.
Love that haunts the soul—
Beautifully,
Like the moonlight tangled in the magic sky.
Love that mounts fast,
As if the flocks of bats were covering the roof.
Love so haunted,
It makes you scream—
As if you've just had a dream
Too solemn to forget,
Too dark to name.
Love as ominous as a smile without eyes.
Love as pure as silk on a coffin.
Love so sad,
Like a woman in black…
Still,
Love for desire—
Like desire for love.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 1:20 AM UTC
She was loud but quiet .
She rebelled but yet repent.
She was snow yet fire.
She burned yet burnt.
She was one, yet two
Duality lived beneath her skin,
She was possessive, cruel
yet detached, aloof.
She prayed with eyes
She yearned in silence.
She screamed with tears
She dreamed of violence.
Her energy wasn’t radiant
It burned low, too quiet.
She loved the glow,
The beauty of ice.
Made bonds, not deep.
She preached,
Not presence ,But soul.
Not me, but Bond
Not me but bond...
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Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 12:27 AM UTC
The ticklish the rain
The tiny the drops
The dozen of scars
The mind remains calm.
The blow of wind
An abandoned site
Surrounded by trees
Being judged for it is.
The braids that blows
The tear don’t flow
The ink has smeared
The skin peeled off.
Wind so strong
Sound so strange
Love so shallow
Time so estranged.
Heaven and sins
Mountain vanished
Drenching us all
The tiny the drops…
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC