Cut on my finger
Sliced down his heart
Swiped right on tinder
Wait was that just flipkart?
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
I am 17 and I'm scared.
What if I am old and all I do is whine
I dread I'll become reckless and get drunk on beer and wine.
What if I'm playing around and I end up with a knife
I fear I'll become hopeless and give up on my life.
Will I still crave for him when I'm finer and I'm wise
Or will my mind lose interest and think of other guys
Tell me if Ill end up happy and have my dreams come true
Or will I be filled with guilt and end up mean and blue
All I know is, I'm 17 and I'm scared
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
The fence made of poison was built
Nowhere to go but stuck inside with guilt
Who I loved blemishes who I was
As the rails grew big and tall
I lay there still afraid I'll fall
The love for him from my heart abate
As her illicit one was written in fate
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
What are you really after?
My imperfect outer facade or my perfect inner despair?
Do you want to see the summers change to autumns or just a night change to day?
Tell me now you troubled soul,
Are you willing to let me warm up your cold numbing heart?
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
Boiling from my heart.
Evaporating from my cheek.
Condensing on your guilt.
Freezing within your soul.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
I walk around, afraid I'll fall
I fear not the wound I'll bear
It's the idea of the verb
that slides shiver beneath my spine.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
Is what I eat today because of the lingers my tongue was denied yesterday?
Is what I wear today because of my smudged red lips of the day before?
Will I be denied of who I am today because you expect from me, a little more?
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
The strings of perfection,
Pierced into the flesh.
Unable to move,
Unable to stretch.
The Goal seems so far apart.
Death plays the easier part.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
Someday it began
Someday will it end
But in the midst of beginning and the end
Under the purple skies
Where we cherish and blend,
Our hearts will meet, collide and shatter,
Wondering if in the end,
Will it all really Matter
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC