I can write a thousand poems about your smiles,
...but I can’t
make you mine.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
my mind
knows
it’s done,
we’re over.
yet,
my heart
still beat,
it seeks
—for you
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
there’s a
thorn
stuck inside
my chest,
it throbs in pain
every ****
time when
someone says
your name
✧˚⁺✧༚⁎˚⁺˳✧
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
I might've shoved you off
but lately you're the only one
I'm thinking of
this morning I could barely
get out of bed
after last night's
cry I've shed
so I pinky swear to you
to not ever mess with you
(again)
I am a bee that stung you
little do you know, I've died inside too
nights became longer
songs became sadder
you became colder
and I've became sober
after "we" became over.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
I did not mean to fall
for you but it's
your words
that made
me do
I
wish,
I didn't
give in that easily
just because you were
so nice and sweet every
time we speak.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
you came to me,
and told a poem
you've wrote for me
i didn't like it
for it lacked
some kind of wit
that i was finding
another fellow came to me
and wrote the same kind of
poetry
i loved it, not because
it's lovely
but because his looks
were charming
i brushed you off
not knowing why
for maybe i was being
sly
i got too busy looking
at facades to later
then be filled with awes
when i should be looking
at the innermost that i
could live to be engrossed
to see you now
writing poems, which are good
to read utmost
but those words that are written
aren't for me no more
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
a noble man is set forth on a quest
to rescue a damsel in distress
who aches to leave all her pasts
and detach herself from woeful blasts
a gloomy day it is
for the man has not yet come,
who seeks to catch a fleeting glimpse
of the damsel's broken, crimped
and beaten heart
she's unlikely aware of what might come
it's why she sat upright and slummed
for the noble man is yet to come,
to mend and fix her broken parts
a big smile she wore
upon his' entrance to the door
she smiled at him, and curtsied deep
for she has felt some kind of relief
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 4:36 AM UTC
I don't know if it's a curse
to feel so very deeply
to feel so empty
and very lonely
with the memories
that you have left me
like a tattered story
with no particular ending
to be suddenly left at bay
without knowing what to say
It's kind of beautiful yet sad
to experience this kind of love
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
As you spoke your lies
I can see it within your eyes
the emptiness and sorrow
that builds up inside
While saying ''I'm alright and it's
All fine''
As words run dry
I solemnly sigh.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
*your eyes shines brightly
like the sun
which has the colour
of an ordinary brown
and the way your hair gets ruffled and tousled
make the corners of my mouth turn up
wondering and thinking on how on earth you've
become mine.*
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC