*The girl who brought flames; yet loved the water
of sprinkling desire, pain and affection
She loved the rose that blooms in winter
And adored the sunflower that withers in summer
Allured with the smell of spring,
Waiting for the song the fall may bring
On verge of left and right, she is
Eccentrically falling in love with the bliss
Her mind is an assortment of ******
Her heart; a fragile glass
It may never come together
And soon be poisoned by a mass
The girl who shut the moon;
She covered the sky
But went closer the sun,
and nearly died.
If earth and sky shall meet, ‘tis well
Though known to her the sky may fell
These things we cannot cure and tell
But hidden only inside Maribel.*
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
*I wish I could live like a flower
that blooms in the evening
surrounded by enticingly dark welkin — of life and joy, of pain and sorrow
Live like a flower, I wish I could
And rain be my comrade.*
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Let’s please say we loved each other. And then we did not.
And then let me drown in my own misery.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
I am hoping for hope, yet you chose impossibility.
I knew it wouldn’t come together.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
My life depends on how your heart is going to utter my name.
And it looks like I’m going to die.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
There will always be this one person who makes you feel happy and miserable at the same time. But you couldn’t stop caring because either way would feel like hell and you wouldn’t want to lose him.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
The night resembles peace and not pain.
It’s our memories that make us feel miserable.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
I know impossibility would never explain itself,
so does why you never loved me.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
I loved the idea of hurting,
if it’s you I’d feel pain for.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
*I cannot love yet another soul,
For mine has been tethered with yours
I cannot look for yet another love
For I have sworn to the moon’s heart
And though I knew thy love’s peripheries
I still embrace the thought of loving you
I still think of hopes lingering inside
Even when impossibility never lies
I have fought, yet I knew the truth
I have sought, for the wrong love
I have died for the man I adore
And let feelings **** my inner core
Albeit parallel lines, doth never meet
I’d swear by love’s tyrannical power
Our hearts shall meet again
In another time, with another person.*
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC