wars have been thought,
battles have been fought.
agonising whines,
in heartrending times.
a bewildering trench,
led by a fair *****
no compass,
no torch, i am indeed luckless.
my heart has been a target,
of a far-reaching bullet.
the ***** who has the key
to my heart, is dear to me
only can she open up
the heart that has been under lock.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
it is not that
i hate being ALIVE
but
i hate BEING alive
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
some people are trying
to collect stamps
or oil cans
yet here i am
trying to collect
the pieces of my broken heart
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
he saw her scars
and asked her
"why did you do that?"
and she answered
"some days it's for the pleasure
and other days it's for the pain"
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
i
use my
sc a t te red
worDs
to collect
m y e v e n
MO r E
**** TEred
h e a r t
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
the worst kind of unrequited love
is the kind
where your dearest loved one
who holds your heart
acts like
you hold their heart
as well
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
you always encouraged me to become a poet
yet i told you
that the words i needed
was too hard to find
then one day, you left me
and the words i had needed for so long
came to me
like snow falls on a december day
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
you said that
love
was for
the weak ones
never have i ever
been this happy
to be
weak
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC