I fell for the elegant lull of your heartbeat,
it thumps within you
but why can I feel it beating in me?
deep in my bones and etched onto my lungs?
Your love suffocates me,
its sinister grip unforgiving as it chokes me.
—oh, is it blissful.
**** me, love,
throttle my bleak soul
who never knew of a love so exquisite;
then see me reborn,
with each touch you grace my body with;
with each syrupy lie which spills past your mellow lips.

Spring arrives to bloom.
To blossom natural beauty,
to bring the nature alive.
Earthlings get out to mark end
of long hibernation of hidden wishes.
Wishes that they forced,
the whole long cold winters.
Blanket of white, earlier snow,
still exists but in the sky.
The caterpillar in the sleep,
feels the nature to be alive.
Opens his wing in hope,
to enjoy this bliss for long.
But the flowers and the milky skies,
are not there for long?
The wheel of time doesn't stops.
Spring gets dead under wheel of time.
The rainbow flowers,
are now just a pile
of broken, senseless dry leaves.
Long awaited but short lived,
That's nature.

His eyes,
Foul breath.
His fists
Demonstrated he was more than ******.
No lies
****,
Nothing but them.
This was supposed to be our new sunrise,
We were supposed to start anew.
Make amends, and try hard to move on.
But I can’t forget
His eyes
His foul breath
His fists pounding on my body,
His choking
His scars that he gave me.
He wants to lie to me,
Lie to authorities.
He is not granting me my right to that horrible past.
My survival is being denied.
My revival is only beginning,
But I must repair this heart,
Use two whole rolls of duct tape,
And try to recreate it’s shape.
When he hears the word abuse,
His feet still shift,
His breathing stops for a good second,
Before he continues.
He knows,
He shows,
No remorse.
Nothing that he can fix.
It is his nature,
Which is why he can’t change.
Why he won’t try.
To understand why I cry.
No
Not at all at any time do I plan to forgive,
But I was willing to try to move on,
But that was denied,
A big red stamp,
******* on a contract,
The thing that was supposed to repair us.
He wants to watch the world burn,
**** us.
His fists shall beat him through another day,
Until it comes time,
To watch his façade burn.

Pink
Smooth petals
And heavenly smell
Combined with the
Enchanting smell
Coming from the earth
Due to the summer rain
The drizzling
Its enjoying
The view
Of the gladoius flower
Playing games
with the drizzling
Through the mist
I can see
The way how the rain
Kisses the petals
Of the gladious flower

They ask for a chance to look at the world with naked eyes
The world filled with beautiful things like cloudless skies
The way how clouds play games with the mighty sun
Who throws away its powerful beams to give them a fun

That was the summer where flowers bloom and decorate the world
Where boys fall in love with gorgeous girls with hair that is curled
Flowers falling down the way how trees show their proud
The uppest branch full of flowers likes to kiss the cloud

When warm breeze touches the skin comes a sweet feeling
All the wounded souls to recover, it's like a healing
Everywhere randezvous with roses for lovers
All are nice and feel like heaven but whose all powers

Let me know the composer of music I've overheard
Is it the tiny little nightingale nature's music bird?
Honour of the opera fascinating also goes to her
Who sang the long opera for her crush,Oh!my sir!

Feel the freedom of running on the greenish grass
While the sun beams kiss your skin and reveal the brass
Get the chance to touch the leaves with naked foot
Oh! The funny sound when you go through the wind and it really suit