She can walk
between
night and day
never letting either
get in her way.
She learned this trick
many moons ago
by
going deep within
and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
She’s an angel of light
an angel of dark
you never know
what you will spark.
You want to hurt her?
Please, go ahead and try
she’ll be the one to show you
just how well she can
f
l
y.
Her soul innocent
her heart pure
but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
Say what you will
please, do what you must
but your jealousy and hatred
won’t waver her trust!
~
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
Across the horizon,
Beyond the sky,
Lies a world of desire,
Happiness and joy,
I promise my love,
We'll meet there,
Away from the cruel life,
We'll make our home there,
Laughing our lungs out,
We'll play hide and seek there,
Seeing the sunset,
We'll write our memoir there,
So what if this world,
Is small for our love,
My love,
Don't worry,
We'll make a universe of our own.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
My Love for you
is like a tumour
growing inside.
Even though
it's fatal,
it's of
my own kind.
Originated from
my flesh and blood
and
inseparable
from
my brain and heart.
The more
I try
to get rid of it,
The more
it holds me
in a firm grip.
Telling me
it's not
just gonna be
the reason
for my death,
But it is also
the reason
why I am still alive
in the first place.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 3:36 AM UTC
Somewhere exists a parallel universe awaiting for us to see.
Somewhere someone is doing the same things as do we.
Somewhere someone is staring at the mirror for the same time as we are.
Somewhere someone has the same questions as we have.
Maybe things that we don't understand are better understood somewhere else.
Maybe things which are peculiar here are normal in some other parallel universe.
Maybe the answers that we are seeking are already found by someone somewhere.
Maybe someone somewhere has the same thoughts that we are having here.
The parallel universe is a thought that might be into existence somewhere.
For the things we think are peculiar are not peculiar everywhere.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
If you are the moon,
I'd be your sky,
If you are the flower,
I'd be the butterfly,
If you are the rain,
I'd be the land,
If you are the mirage,
I'd be the sand.
If you are the pearl,
I'd be the ocean,
If you are the poem,
I'd be the emotion,
If you are the music,
I'd be the sound,
If you are grass,
I'd be the ground.
If you are the cheek,
I'd be the blush,
If you are the crowd,
I'd be the rush,
If you are the lips,
I'd be the kiss,
If you are the life,
I'd be your bliss.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
She's intense, but has a fragile heart.
Her mind is set, but emotions are all apart.
You use her soul by manipulating her with your words.
And she let you do it thinking, "oh,that's what we do in love".
But don't you take her innocence as a way to mislead.
You are not any oxygen that she'll always need.
Because she had the power to swing you in the open sky and let you fall to the ground.
But she chose to take in all your flaws and give you another chance.
So boy, treat her right and be a man for your women.
For she has the courage to walk away and never return.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC