Some measure love as depth of an ocean,
Then realise it's nothing worth a motion,
Some measure love as the height of the sky,
Then realise it's nothing worth a meaningless cry,
Some praise love as a significant of godliness,
Then realise it's nothing but a mock of loneliness,
Some say love is pure to heart,
Then realise it's just another type of art,
Some believe love is powerful then money,
Then realise without it there is no honey,
Some say love happens at first sight,
Then realise it was not absolutely right,
Some say love is blind,
Then only realise when they fall and unwind,
Love has become a joke for most,
Hunting its prey on online post,
When will the real feel come,
When will people stop acting like dumb,
When will my heart linger to love you,
For your love to me is almost due...


©sim

I assure you
I am not the type of guy to cheat or lie.
If you’re talking about Snapchat,
She’s not into guys, that’s a fact.

I’ve caught feelings too.
And i still want to take this semi-slowly.
But at the same time i want to rush ahead.
I want to stay up late talking with you before bed.

I have nothing to hide from you,
Ask anything your heart desires you to.
You say you want to be the one to do these things
To tug on my heart strings.

Well you are.
Ever since that poem, you’ve been on my mind and heart.

Even when the last star ceases to shine
And the moon is hidden in the dull of the night
I will still love you

Even when the moon demands the ocean waves cease to roll
And Neptune cries into the darkness
I will still love you

Even when Mother Earth sends her anger up to the surface
And all in her path burns to the ground
I will still love you

Because my love for you is beyond harm
It is stronger than the ocean, tougher than the moon, too clever for nature’s anger and
unlike this broken world, my love is eternal

beautifully serene; waiting to be seen
through the eyes of those who wander
through the mystic night, it brings
about the change of turning paths

And crossing roads that may or may not cause the words to repeat,
spinning and dancing across oceans
of well-constructed thoughts that fall,
into the waiting ears of the world

But only in those who have seen
the nature of all, and the singularity of everything;
only then can you witness the truly awe-inspiring world that
was hidden behind the gaze of those unseeing and unbelieving

Regurgitate it.
Regurgitate your sentiment.
They will fall on deaf ears.
Then you will bawl, asking "why?"
You can't handle authenticity.
You get no forgiveness.
You refused to accept it.
These words will be lost among the many files of the Internet:

I came for your help.
You denied it.

Whenever I'm vulnerable,
I always steer clear of you.
You will regurgitate your lies.

I opened up to you.
You just brushed it off.

You ask why I never changed.
It's because know I'm correct.

Maturity couldn't even fix things.
You kept your shitstorm going.
When I felt your vileness,
I lashed out.

You never expected this, because you think I have no feelings.
Whine all you like.
Pretend your the hero.
Put on the cape.
Nobody shall hear me writhe in pain.
Nobody shall see the tears.
And I'm stuck ranting about this on the Internet, because that's what it has come to.
Nobody shall hear me.
My thoughts as an individual will apparently forever be hidden in a shroud of lies and smoke and mirrors.

So my sentiment is:
Your sense of honor is a fallacy.
I hope the wheels of fate turn against you.