You feel a storm in your stomach,
It fumbles your insides And pours down your face
This is the second prose/poem I wrote that tells combined tales of humans and storms.
with the fire that burned in his eyes submerged myself into their flames let it consume what it could, because i'd rather turn to ash before they cease to look at me _ _ _ __ **& now that they have ceased.... ash I'll be, ash I'll be
he made seconds stretch into
infinity and then left me there to gather the dust he was gone like a time traveler into another world that hid behind the stars, while i collected my small infinity still filled with moments of him tell me what i did to deserve such a heartless torture? how it is even humanly possible for someone to touch your world just once, and taint the rest of your life with their color? _ _ _ _ _ _ ___ i had loved only loved. and that is my greatest sin
also old :P
sometimes you will
feel more than the rest will ever feel sometimes you'll perceive the lightest of words as the heaviest ever said and you will constantly be looking for the best within others and even when they push you away, you will run after them this is your tragedy because the world cannot think so deeply as you do this is your tragedy because sometimes words do not have a depth at all and you'll just sink to the bottom of a great big Nothing this your tragedy because some people will never change because you are a glistening star and they are afraid of burning this is your tragedy because you heart is so big and your hands, too small to catch every tear that falls
got the line "This is your tragedy"
from a quote by Daniel Saint. Also, his quote inspired my poem.
we treasured the moment so much we didn't see another day
for when it felt like paradise, we forgot to pray... we said every word there was to say and what's more? We held so tight until we squeezed each other away.
The suns divulgence to the sky torrents every once in a while into distinguished hues.
Everything happens for a reason.