her eyes were dreary
and her thoughts were clusters of nebulae
the silent atmosphere was disrupted
by her loud, complex, and disorientated mind
for once her laughter brought kaleidoscopes in her eyes
but all you can hear is the fluttering sound of a butterfly's wings
for those were the last flutters that made her feel alive
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
but one day you tore her down
you were both storm and pesticide
so she shrunk and withered
and couldn't take what was happening
so she was no more of
that beautiful flower
and you were no more of
her beautiful strength
c.r
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
the happiness you saw
in her eyes
were like blossoming flowers
and you were both water and sunlight
so she grew into something beautiful
c.r
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
you deserve everything and more
and I can't give you anything and less.
c.r
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
most of the time I hate looking at pictures from the past
why?
because everything was much more simpler
and everyone was happier
who likes to ponder around in the past
and mourn on the happiness you used to carry
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
it's undeniably pathetic
how i think there's this
miniscular chance and that
imagination and dreams
are both hamartias
c.r
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
it's 1:46 AM
and I still think of you
I'll still be awake
pondering in my own labyrinth
it'll be 3:00 AM
and I'll still think of you
and how your eyes look out to nowhere
pondering in your own thoughts
it'll be 11:50 PM
and I'll still think of you
and you'll be the last and first on my mind
c.r
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
the clock constantly reminds you
of the time wasted
and it daunts me that our time is slowly
but unnoticeably, running out
though it would be a pleasant serene bliss
to waste each tick and tock
being present with you
c.r
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
i'm not there for when you wake up in the morning
you're eyes crinkle because of the sun
you hum quietly whilst walking
you laugh so hard your stomach hurts
you smile in return of a compliment
you bite your lip in act of nervousness
you wake up from a nightmare
you cry as you're having a bad day
you are truly happy
i also won't be there as you take your last breath
and i wouldn't know if it was a sigh of relief or pain.
c.r
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 6:22 AM UTC
if imagination was what was left of me,
i wouldn't mind
though if imagination left my soul,
i would lose a piece of me
as imagination occurs
to when love is false
and i don't want to forget you
c.r
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC