I keep thinking about you.
I keep on missing you.
Sometimes I get so **** scared that I thought I'll lose my mind.
I keep on reminding myself to forget you, though. Ironic isn't it? Remembering to forget.
But the hardest I try, the deeper I fall.
I keep on loving you.
I don't know why but my God, I do.
And I.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I keep pretending that I don't.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
I don't wanna sleep tonight.
You linger on my dreams almost every night.
You smile at me and you hold me tight.
But I don't wanna sleep tonight.
I don't wanna see you in my dreams;
Don't wanna long for your touch, for your smell; for you;
I dont wanna feel happy in a dream;
And wake up tomorrow morning feeling empty
with a slight pain in my chest knowing that
I'm back in my fucked-up-little world.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
I once knew a boy, who fell in love with a girl
who called her beautiful and
smiled at the thought of her name.
I once knew a girl, who fell in love with a boy
who wrote him poems
and felt the very same.
But it became a struggle, and timing was wrong
and love decided that they didn't belong.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC
Just met a man.
Every single thing about him is amazing or was I just under some spell?
Truly enchanting, he is, with the stories he had shared and I still remember the sound of his laugh that is music to my ears.
How endearing I find him. I'm still in awe and I'm running out of words to describe how endlessly fascinating he is.
Radiant smile is what my lips involuntarily form whenever I meet his eyes or hear the vibration of his voice or simply just the thought of him cross my mind.
One day, maybe, one day, he'll leave me, too, or maybe he'll choose me. But I thank the Heavens above that I've known this man whose name is somewhere along this poem.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
I want to rip my name
out of your throat
You are not allowed
to speak it anymore.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
Does he still love her?
She spent countless times daydreaming of them together,
Even at nights, he appears on her dreams,
Maybe it's a terrible habit to keep on holding on to their memories,
But **** was she terrified,
And oh was he madly in love... or used to.
So she asked him if he still loves her,
She closed her eyes and
My God, she was hoping...
Silent stares came and,
She took a sharp breath and whispered,
"Spare me what you think,
and just tell me a lie".
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
To be alone together just once again
is something that is sure to happen sometime
And if my hands can't stay on the table
if I find myself unable
to look away from staring in your eyes
and the colour of the sunrise
inside
I promise that I'll hold myself together
and act like this isn't killing me.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 6:22 AM UTC
when I die
do come to my funeral
bring me a white rose
and place a pen on my casket
and if people ask who you were
tell them
"I'm the subject of her poems".
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 5:43 AM UTC
I think
maybe Shakespeare
did write our story.
Because darling right now,
our love is a tragedy.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
Some people smoke
And some people drink
It's a bad habit
They seem cannot quit
Some has a habit
Of bringing people down
While some just always
Make a frown
And me
My one bad habit
That I always do
Is I keep on loving you
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC