My head
My heart
They're tearing me apart
It's cold and lonely
I want you to caress me
Your warmth I crave
Your voice I chase
It's lust I know
But deep inside I shout
"You're the one I searched for",
"You're the one I want to grow old with",
"You're the one I cherish"
This lust I carry,
Is the origin of my hurt
The pain
The shame that I hide
For you not to see
Because in other people's eyes
It's an inappropriate feeling
"A craving of the flesh" they say
But my lust for you is complicated to explain
I craved for your body to embrace me
Because I yearn to feel your love
I wished for you to say my name intimately
Because I want to hear your love
I dreamt of us kissing intensely
Because I'm dying to express my love
I imagine us together
Because I want TO BE your love
This gut feeling I'm experiencing
Sure it might be one-sided
But I pray to happen
That you and me
A story destined to come true
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
When the clock strikes 7:10 in the morning
Everbody starts running
But in my perspective
Time is subjective
People walking by each other
Walking past one another
In my narrow view
There's you
As a courtesy
I nod and said "Hello"
At the back of mind a continuation,
"... my unrequited intent"
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC
It's no selfish deed to ask for love,
if you gave all of what you have.
It's no bad thing to be vulnerable,
for it shows that you are sincere and open. The tears, the scream, the hurt, and the pain, it doesn't stop there, but don't let it stop you; for all of it is just a mistake we must all learn from.
Just like the malignancy of any torturous feeling, IT'LL JUST KEEP ON GETTING WORSE, learn NOT to **** these heartstrings to be as numb as a rock, but learn to live above the struggle and be as susceptible as a bubble; for love has no definite definition and it comes in all forms, shapes, and sizes, and to see it clearly is to be sensitive as you can be.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
"Tale as old as time..."
But our story started just months ago
With a piece of paper that changed it all
As the beauty of your complexion
unleashed the lovesick beast within
As rose petals fall and wither
and I get devoured by this form
Asking for your affection
To be lifted from this damnation
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
She's planting out her window box
Young shoots are showing through
She thinks about the Springtime
And the garden she once knew
There were primroses and daffodils
Sweet violets white and blue
She thinks about her husband
And when their love was new
Buds and blooms open up
They scent and colour Summer long
She thinks about those happy days
When they were young and strong
Sunset's falling sooner now
Petals drop, the show is done
She gathers up her Winter shawl
Prepares for what’s to come
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:13 AM UTC
Cuts and bruises
Blood spills and bone breaks
Fixed by stitches and braces
With rest and medicine
Take time to heal from mistakes
And strive for redemption
For its no weakness to fall
If you will stand again
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC
Apathetic, thats the word to describe
That frozen chunk of flesh and blood
That's entombed inside
That hollow shell of a ***
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC
Be honest!
I'm not a fool
I know all the things you said were just facades of truth.
Don't say "I just don't want to hurt you"
Because these white lies impale me everyday
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
I gave you all the efforts I can give
Made you happy by bestowing you gifts
All these just for a smile
And attention undivided
I hate to break it to you
But this is wrong
What this is, is not love
And by doing such, we should stop
For love is one can't buy
No material thing can compare
For it is by choice, not by debt
For it is felt, not taken
If this continues
Love won't last
For nothing is permanent
And will eventually fade
So let me say it in a simpler way
Love can't be bought, buying is ownership
I don't want either of us owning each other
I want us to love one another
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
I'm no main character
In this story we all live in
I'm just that person A
So don't mind me Im just hanging
If this was a fairy tale
I'm that baker in a bakeshop you just passed by
Or I'm that young child playing in the streets
I don't mind
I have no gun to take part
I have no information to share
I'm just an ordinary character
Making the story's complexion
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC