When my heart was yours,
And I was everything for you...
Then in your absence,
Who am I now?
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
No one can know your pain
Not nearly as well as yourself
But the rope won't take it away
It just gives it to someone else
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
i would do anything
to have your lips stutter my name
let your words grasp my hand
watch your eyes search for mine.
to wait for you is impossible yet divine
when we exist in places
so far from where we are destined.
we are parallel lines
i would do anything
for us to be a painting instead
i'd color you in hues of unrequited love
and put us on a frame
i'll give it to you and say
'keep it. keep us. keep me'
'why'
'because we are so much more than just parallel lines'
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Valentine is over
One door has closed
Others can't be open
Valentine is over
Can't seem to fit in
I'm just a burden
Valentine is over
This year is history
Next year is frozen
Valentine is over
Happiness is red
Sad clown is in bed
Valentine is over
Dreams are weaved
Hope is my holder
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
*
i lay on my back thinkin' at the stars
why i had to fight that many a wars
i watch the birds as they are flyin' by
always have wished bein' able to fly
i stay at pace wonderin' at the sky
why does the ego urge to satisfy
i hear those leaves whisperin' in the wind
all the amount on the trees i have sinned
i may be restin' as if behind bars
the dreams i have had but those nightmares why
i feel cold as the pressure overwhelms
it is i this world into depths has binned
for now my place is here beneath these elms
this grave now to be my only of realms
**
..love always...*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/05/1437
**
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
And I love and love again,
Telling myself each time will be better.
The truth being,
I'm only scared,that I'll lose the ability
To love altogether.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
My fingertips are frayed
like my favorite pair of jeans.
My hair is grey
like the faded pencil marks
in my old diary, my book of dying dreams.
My back is bent
like the crook in my couch
where I used to read a stack of books.
My mind
is missing like the word in an
incomplete
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
The scars on my body,
Dont represent my pain,
Or my suffering,
Beneath each one is a story,
Of how it took me to get here.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
The lines are starting to blur know,
I feel like there always could be something more,
All I want to do is find out,
But I doubt I ever will.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
You said you needed someone,
So I was there again,
To try and pick up the pieces,
To try and rekindle our flame,
Of a love that was once broken,
Can be reborn again,
Because I loved you I let you go,
But know its time to hold you in my arms again,
As my love for you never went,
And now I hope you feel the same.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC