Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Apr 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Santiago
Cry
 Apr 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Santiago
Cry
I wanted to hold you
I wanted to be your everything
I wanted to be your hero
I wanted to make it go away
I wanted the same for you
I wanted you to stay I flew away

Move on, love life, date guys, be happy, be safe take care, have fun but don't be reckless, be smart stay smiling, in the end when everything is over you'll still be deep inside the bottom of my heart.... As long as your happy I'm happy Ly
H
Just to feel better, he smoked his life away and now I am left here, picking up pieces of him from his ashtray.
May I have your hand?

Okay....

I would like to tell you
how you were made
And what these folds mean
Inside your hands
I know it sounds silly
but please listen to me

Haha okay so...

That crease right beneath your fingers
Means invincibility
The ability to ensure serenity
when encountered by enemies
the will to build
the power in your veins
strive during the worst
to prolong a better days
A creative freak
A pursuing perfectionist
Etiquette of measurements
Treasures endeavour unhesitant
And you care for it
Your strength will prevail
Take your time
And you will see
How your mind is unparrelled
Do you see it?
Can you see it smiling at you?

And that crease at the bottom
That cups your thumb
Represents your beauty
And your the rarest that they come
But you haven't realized it yet
And its frowning at you
Your potential to succeed
And the elegance you brew
Your smile is of wonders
Your eyes are a universal sunset
Gorgeously burning
But you haven't realized it yet
Do you see it?
Do you know how beautiful you are now?

And now....
Its your middle crease
That bounds your strength and elegance
With such unravelled symmetry
Now I want you to look at it
......
Stare into its shape
......
Now I will hold mines up
And if they all match
It means we are soulmates

Wow,
They look so much alike
So give me your hand
Let our fingers interlock
And our uniqueness will stand
.......
For the rest of our time
Look into your palm
One will frown and one will smile
And the middle will keep you calm
The middle is me
The reflection of your soul
And it will be there
Till our spirits are up with the nightsky glow
I want you to look at me
And repeat what I said
Because no matter where I am at
I will be in the folds in your hands
Pick up your brushes
and paint me
into a complicated
piece of art.
I have something to say.
It's been running inside my mind.


I've been meaning to tell you this the whole time.

Just 50 steps away from your doorsteps

A nervous young lad forever ill be,
along with this words that you might never hear.

I dont know where to start,
Im so near yet so far ..

But still, i have to say this now...

I love you...

Way back then till this moment now..
I went to her house.
I wanted to confess.
I really prepared myself.
I failed.
I was 50 steps away.
I ended up looking away.
I was still unprepared
 Apr 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Annie
The story has gotten old,
A million times been told,

Just the journey of a broken heart,
From desperation to a new start,

The halo and the magical wings,
Seemed like an angel mending broken strings,

Counting the 'could nots' and 'coulds',
Finally got out of the dark woods,

There were trials, the loss, the misplay,
But in the end ,there was victory ,no despair
Fight till the end, since you can.
 Apr 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Annie
I shut the door and let the demons play,
They said, "This time we have planned to stay."

So I sat in the corner of a sickening black room,
And I let the voices in my head to bloom,

Heaven, for the demons,the night had become,
As I watched them with knives,offering me some,

I prayed to God to get me out of there,
"Thee soul is ours.", is what they cleared,

Eventually, I saw a light at the end of pain,
It was mercy waiting for me down the lane,

Some called me a 'hero',others said 'wicked',
But who was to judge,when I had won the ticket,

For I know that for every tear,there is a sorrow to fade,
For every dark night,there is a promising bright day
I wonder what it must be like to have no conscience, no guilt, no shame,
To not take responsibility for your actions but find someone/something else to blame.

To call it fun when you play with a person's heart.
To have no emotion as you watch them fall apart.

Your love at first so hot soon turns very cold.
You smile as you remember all the lies you have told.

They soon learn that any feelings you show are all very fake.
There is always an ulterior motive for the reasons you lie and take.

You cause destruction in most, if not all, of the lives that you touch.
Then move on to the next victim you will soon use as a crutch.

People call you psychopath or predator because that is what you are.
Once you are done with a victim their life will be scarred.

You will do or say anything to get what you want at that time.
Doesn't matter if it is their heart, their soul or even their last dime.

Life to you is one big game with different players to con.
You will use them up and spit them out once you have had your fun and move on.

Their tears and heartache will fall on your deaf ears.
When you are gone they are devastated and may stay that way for years.

They should be smart and learn how to read the signs.
You count on the fact that they will give you the benefit of the doubt and be blind.

It is easy to spin your web of lies because they do not know the real you.
They do not realize that you are very shrewd in studying their weaknesses and the things they do.

That is how you know the best way to worm your way in.
If they decide to play the game, there is no way they will win.

They may try to outsmart you but their rules and yours are not the same.
They forget you have no emotion and that is how you win the game.

Yes, I wonder what it must be like to go through life this way.
Since I was stupid enough to let you in my life and regret it every day.
Next page