I wasn't born With this hole in my heart But it developed gradually When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art. Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours! But just then, I was grayed and torn Just like withered flowers! The pain! Yes the pain Is unbearable My tears all are in vain They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable! I am fed up of emotional breakdown My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town! I know, sorrows are part of life But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife! I try my best to just forget and move on But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult... Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
Dear Love, People search for you. They look in the faces on the street trying to find you. People lose you. You fade away from them, leaving them only with grief. What they don't understand is that you are everywhere. You are in every fibre of the universe. People just don't think to look. They think that you are just an emotion to be felt. Just the pounding of a heart, the quickening of breath, the eruption of butterflies in a stomach. You are all of those things, but so much more. You are the sun's rays on the wet earth. You are the branches of a tree, stretching outward, outward. You are the whisper of a child late at night when awoken by nightmares and in need of their mother's comforting arms. You are the hand of a painter. You are the mind of a genius. You are passion, though not always held passionately. You are devotion, though not always devoted to. You are reverence, though not always revered.
Sincerest regards, Humanity
Try not to just look at the romance in Love. There is so much more she has to offer.
I can still feel it. The way your lips touched mine. Without meaning. Without feelings. I missed them. Your kisses. Your attention.
I saw it. The way your eyes drifted to others. Never straying to mine. Never filled with the same spark. Always dull. Lifeless. Loveless.
You would say it. Those three words. Not to me. Never to me. To the others. They always got your love. I got your hate. Your anger. Always.
“You don’t have to love me.”
You gave me orders. Never to be near you. Never to hold hands. Not in public. We did not know each other. They would get the wrong idea. “We are cousins,” You would say. You were embarrassed. To be seen. With me.
I was your puppet. You pulled the strings. And I obeyed your commands. You never loved. Not me. Never me. I was your toy. Something you could throw away.
It’s all a game. Of feelings. Of pain. Of love. Of hate. You are the king. I’m your ****. Just a piece on your board.
I loved you. More than anything. I let you use me. Hurt me. If I got to be with you. Nothing else mattered. You didn’t feel the same.
“No one ever does.”
I saw a prompt and this poem came to mind. I hope you love it and be sure to comment what you think. Check out my other works!!