Years ago,
You filled Me
with nothing
But love
Years later,
You left me
With nothing
But hatred.. Yet,
I remember you.
Even in Hatred,
I remember you..
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
01:01am
Hands that drew.
Hands that wiped.
Hands that carried.
Hands that *******
Hands that shared.
Hands that dispatched.
Hands that crossed.
Hands that loved.
Hands... for hands...
Yours for me.
Mine for you.
Dongaala
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
We never passed eachother
when we wished we should have.
But then one day we will iknow,
against our will...
Dongaala
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
Today
was the weather for cute wefies,
double Americano shots,
fingers-interwined-Kinda-Holding-Hands ,
the 2 am untold tales.
For the pen
that was left in between the rugged emotions
dripping aimlessly. ...
for the self-timing video of the cover songs
behind the closed doors,
the piping hot ramen soup,
Today was the weather;
to just sit beside your loved one and
embrace the silence,
the comfortable silence!
-Dongaala
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
Death took over
in an instant,
long before
I could even realize
I lived.
Dongaala
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
Dear The One,
Tell me your stories
The dilemma.
If she's still on your mind
Haunts you at 2am
Rises, gallops
And no pauses;
If are unsure
Of what you have.
If you feel
What You bear
Is less love
And more confusion.
If you are still
Searching for
What you crave
To call yours.
Baby, let me remind you
To tell me,
Your stories
Your dilemmas.
And I promise,
I will share you mine.
Dongaala
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
This was once upon a time.
Once a time when,
Jack Daniel at 2 pm
When doubtful smirks,
0.26% words and the rest silence
Awkward smiles and creepy stares.
This was when,
Music only meant dancing
No lyrics,
Loud beats you not know of
When e-chord was no valued
This was when,
Hatred started to grow
Distance took its toll
When two became company
And three, crowd.
Dongaala
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
0 8 A p r i l 2 0 1 6
Let's make memories and hold on to them.
Let's talk about love and my old rustic pen,
The velvet capo, the lavender land.
Let's share love and forever hold hands.
Dongaala
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
Then one day,
she decided to let go
off the heaviness.
The one thing
she loved most about
was her hair
and
she took
no second thought
to rip that off..
In hope
to feel lighter,
to forget memories
that made her bitter
but babe'
what she didn't know...
This thing called love
shuts when it wants to,
reaps when it wants to...
She had no power to it.
She was helpless.
She is helpless.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
28.01.2015
1:29am
We are tangled
so much
in our bitter PAST;
Choosing to unsee
the should-ve seen,
Chasing the wrongs
Losing the rights
Blaming you own
Digging your faults;
Letting the Dark
Deep clouds
Veil you
in their shadow;
You let,
Sadness to grow
Depression to follow
Dabbing lies on lies
Rubbing sentiments
till it flies;
High above
so above
You lose your sight
Yet you go back
Again to the lies
To the dead,
To the hollow sadness
To the excuses
To the regrets
Blaming it all
on this thing called love
Yet, You,
YOU choose to lie.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC