If we were to be a natural phenomenon, I would only be a drizzle and you would be an Aurora Borealis
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
In every language this written words must be wrecked
To indulge the pure drops of the sullen catastrophe
To feel the wounded words coming from madness and rage
In this suffocated world, full-filled with incapacitate action
Unfavorable of all the triumphs
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
You brought out the worst part of me. Yet you revealed the true nature of my flawed soul. You show me things I wasn't aware of. And yet you have love me as if I was pure. You accepted the fact that this water as clear as crystal is burden with dark thoughts. You have embed all the blemishes. And you have seen all that is broken. In fact fragile can be called unbreakable.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
What a pair of 'ease can contain what love really meant. Pain is in fact a part of love. And when you love, you should expect that pain would be a large part of it. Sometimes love is too difficult for its own cause. But we should know better than to give up. Because we know that love can also heal all that are broken. Loving will be worthy with all the pain and risk. And when you truly love someone. Acquire them not only as an individual but to accept the darkness and all the flaws in their soul- and yet to reveal their own nature. But that is the thing about love. You will accept them no matter who or what they are. Because you will love every single thing about them. Even with only their presence. And the fact that they exist. Loving can never go out of waste.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
Eye-sailing far from beyond,
As it moves turbulent
How can one be acquainted with such deep melancholy
With no profanity to be found
As it speaks mellifluous with such graceful joy
Of this holy world too full of scattered hearts
Profane my beloved lost
With this untamed heart
Waiting on an angel who would bring triumph
On this wearying wings
Only solitude will bring back the reality
What is it to be called yours
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Vaguely to be cleared on what to be felt
To remorse a flawed heart
As it turn into a paragon of what was once cynical
Beyond this conclusion is bound to happen
What was before is opposed to now
Oppressing each and every factions of a dearest heart
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
All of these massive doubts are nothing but trifling thoughts
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC