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Tint Jul 2019
This is one corner
lifting this heavy lids
churning stomach in knots
eyes in teared up bliss
with this she will be stronger
in this I'll be brave
both of us in little laughter
my culture do not farewell bid

I will miss you
So much

Let us part with happy melodies
paint your smile for me
I remember our last image
and your warmth is memories
do not shed tear, oh sweetheart
we will look forward to months
i'll embrace you with such happiness
our goodbyes won't forever last

I will be missing you.
So much.
I miss you now, Love.
Tint Jun 2019
Blood gushed in, flooding my brain
from the lane before the highway
the Staples before the flame
the words that made a laughter
it hurts and blanketed dread

By the match box is my name
written in small words of despair
but even matches do not lit
for I lack all the masculine
and the feminity of flare

I'm ashamed as it tricked me
as the reality unfolds me
and my little mask of happy thoughts
they came back to original posts
I apologize that this I'm born
Hello.
Tint Jun 2019
I cannot stare straight at your eyes
When we talk in small distance, I keep looking afar
Walking in empty streets, my vision is distant
Did you ever ask me why? Maybe, maybe not

I find you too beautiful, I find you too good
That if I stare a little longer, I'd give away the groove
That my eyes might daub you and  never get to look
I might get fond of these scenery, knowing the time is short

I find you like a masterpiece, I'd like to keep it cool
In the small time I dye your image, to not misunderstood
That though what I do is not the custom, I'll live by the mood
In my head you'll keep steady, the you that I'd yearn for

You'd hate the guts that wrote this
And you'd hate the person too
But I don't regret to have told you
You'll always deserve the truth
Tint Jun 2019
the grip tightened
veins popped

blood drops
numb
Tint Jun 2019
this mind

metal sponges
bursts

then dust
Tint Jun 2019
a long tunnel
I scream

deficits on me
Tint May 2019
And so she was
To her the blue is purple
To her my cry is pain
She sees my red in white and
Like the vulture is a crane

When the winds blow the hot sand
The storm she thinks is snow
For me she blinded the night owls
To hear the bluebird crows

How can I let go this one stack
That made my hope regain
I have lived my life in a small box
Now I'm within her embrace

Her castle of love made me tremble
I now have relevance and dreams
The world won't treat me better
But she was good to me
Always. Thank you. For you, I will stay.
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