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i'm no liar
but i keep hiding the truth
i am becoming something i'm scared of
in the effort of attaining you
please help me out here
i just want to make you love me
tried every trick in the book
and still my hopes are plunging
i do everything that i possibly can
even if it's not right
i put my own feelings aside
entertain you with a growing mountain of lies
why can't you love me
the way that i am

you're never gonna love me
what's so hard to understand
i'm nothing but a sheep
that can give you minuscule amounts of joy
nothing but a distraction
once interesting but now i am an old toy
nothing about the real me
catches your eye
nothing special to consider
just another person nagging you all the time
i can't be the one you love
because you don't see my heart

but now i know it's not me
it's bout the monster you truly are
it's about the ways you make people feel
when they don't act how you want them to
it's the way you ignore me unless
i have something you might need to use
like my patience, money, attention and time
only useful in the moment
too late to go back before i saw your ugly side
you've already shown it
i'm tired of succumbing and feeling
like all of this was my fault

but in all honestly
we both did each other wrong
i was not right
you weren't either
needed a clean break
but i gave you a breather
when you hurt me
i took it badly
i couldn't bring myself to
let you seem happy
first i wanted you back
then i knew that it just wouldn't work
then i blamed it ll on you
now i am giving you the apology you deserve
i am sorry
but at least i know better now

you are probably not gonna care
I’m being wished
a “happy world poetry day”
and I just wish to
correct the calendar.
As Poetry day is your birthday,
it’s Valentines Day,
it’s the day you came into my life.
Darling,
I’ve been a writer my whole life,
but you,
you made me a poet.
Happy World Poetry Day HP.
"
Maybe roses having thorns isn't the issue,
Maybe it's our need to touch everything that's beautiful
 Mar 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Gods1son
Kiss
 Mar 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Gods1son
I planted a kiss on her forehead
and I watched her smile bloom.
In front of me was an Angel.
And me, I was over the moon
Baby
can you see
Through the tears? 

I can see the pain
Through your smile
You think you hide

I could see past
The illusion
in your eyes

Dry your eyes
Rise anew
Because baby
I see you
And
I feel you
With my soul

It is not an illusion
I want to love you forever
In a billion different ways

Darling
My only only fear

Forever,
may not be long
enough
 Mar 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Lora Lee
aqua
 Mar 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Lora Lee
The river in me
                     exists.  
Its outflow of pour
drenches the gullies
makes moist
the sand that
graces your toes
I flow into your roots
strengthen your
                   capillaries
pump liquid gold
inside your veins
loving your flaws like
kintsukuroi
you piece me together
adorn my cracks
with powdered metals,
still loving them for
being broken
a longing
              quenched
I want you dripping
down my chin,
my thighs
when you rush through
me just like that,
the soothing aqua tempest
I have always
wished for
kintsukuroi-(“golden mend”) is the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using lacquer resin laced with gold or silver. As well as a nifty form of repair, kintsukuroi has a deeper philosophical significance. An embracing of the flawed or imperfect. Rebirth.

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