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PS Nov 2019
Seasons later, I started chasing your ghost because

Even if you had burned me from the inside like how people say

I miss the warmth that it provided to subside the cold.

The only warmth I feel now are the rolling tears

They travel down my cheeks in the name of you.

But they dry up too

I miss your smile, your voice and I miss your eyes

But mostly I miss your lies

Because they made me smile

I wonder why haven't you spoken a word, it's been a while.

It's so not like you to be quiet

I yelled, "Move those lips, tell me something even if it's one of your lies!"

Then it hit me you're only a hallucination

******! How I wish it was your reincarnation.

At the thought of that I cried upon your grave

And begged you to come back as seasons change.

~AllTheLovePS
PS Nov 2019
Will you remember me when the sky changes its color?
The blue that fades to violet in the mystical hour.

Will you remember to forgive me after you drown in the whiskey?
Holding the color similar to the brown liquid that runs through your pupils briskly.

Will you remember me like when we were young?
All buoyant and sanguine when not a witnessed event felt unstrung.

It's okay if after years you forget how my eyes once reminded you of the stars.
I just hope you still remember how you made my oblivious heart grin before it learned about its scars.

Aye, beloved you, je t'ai trop aimé (I love you too much).
I'm sorry for I know I should've held on but I let you go anyway.

~ AllTheLovePS
PS Nov 2019
You pierced your way through my darkness

And sat yourself on the throne belonging there.

You shone some light from within you

Providing life to the world inside me.

Every summer you passed by the flicker of you you left on that throne,

And every winter you sat your whole self on it.

But now that I've seen blood pour out from your chest,

I am afraid you won't come back as seasons change.
I sometimes wonder if death of the one you love is better than not recieving love from the very much alive person you love.
PS Nov 2019
I am tired of the fake smiles, the unreal laughs that followed the hoaxers.

Even the fictional chuckles,
That joined the audience after every heckle.

What can I do to not think about it?
When all I do is day dream about our hits.

Be it the home run you made,
Or my favourite CD collections we played.

Be it your heated hands on my body,
Or my ***** eyes that also held you under my moans' custody.

How could I move on when this was all in my head?
When I had forgotten the learnings of how to move ahead.

No one was there to collect my tears on their shoulder,
But everyone to call me a hypocrite and act as a beholder.

Wish they knew how much I needed advice,
Otherwise, I would probably fly towards paradise.

I wish I could treat my heart the same way I treated others',
Applying therapy of famous psychologists merged.

Fight anxiety, fight depression,
How could I when it became my only obsession?

~AllTheLovePS
Something I had written years ago.
PS Nov 2019
What attracts me the most is intelligence,
You had all of it.

What allures me the most are eyes,
Yours lit up all the time.

What impresses me the most is knowledge,
You knew.

What makes me happy is compliments,
You were full of it.

What arouses me the most is confidence, You never lacked it.

What saves me from darkness is hugs,
You gave the best ones.

What breaks me the most are lies, unfortunately that's all you ever said.

~AllTheLovePS
PS Nov 2019
The first night I layed eyes on you
I knew I hadn't felt so great since the last dew.

We spoke of unspoken tales of ours
Without realizing we had spent a whole of sixteen hours.

Sixteen hours, talking to a stranger was this introvert's new record
Under the moonlit sky, high on rolled grass, you looked so alluring, oh lord!

If I knew I would've kissed thy lips
******* on the skin of it while you'd hold my hips.

But that time is foregone
Now you only exist in my thoughts like a graceful swan.

For we were two strangers in search for an ****** act
Instead we found each other and made a pact.

To look too deep into other's soul
To understand sorrow and fill other's hole.

We were first only two bodies made of flesh
But after the dance of geeet we were left two unique souls mutually meshed.

Now I sometimes remember the sky
Imagine your face and understand why.

Why we do not know each other's names
And why did we ever play that nasty game.

Because stars were afraid our love might outshine them
And the envious universe that displayed condemn.

So, whenever we see each other and if we do
"Let us live the romance", pray to lord, beloved you.

~AllTheLovePS
A story: half real and half fantasy.
PS Nov 2019
The day that must carry mourn
Wouldn't surprise me if it stood gay

The day where most would expect to hear cries
Wouldn't surprise me if it stayed guffawed

The day where my soul would deserve silence
Wouldn't surprise me if it gets filled with jabber

The day I shall be dressed in my wedding dress --- a stripped hood
Wouldn't surprise me if it didn't shine any light

I'd be disappointed not if the grave that would be expected to hold me as my bed
Decides to throw me out instead

For I, a guilt filled being, doesn't deserve a polite farewell
Consequences of my crime-filled mind that religiously only deserves hell

So carve on my stone when the time comes
“In the memory of … a prostituted ****

Who only wished to provide for herself in a land unknown.”
Oh! Who am I kidding, I will not even be privileged to become a memory unless I atoned.
                                            
~ AllTheLovePS
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