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hanaB Feb 2014
words that weren't complete.
i was burnt,
A year and seven months in his show
I was hung.
never had realized.
never had expected
expectations.
thats what i need to burn.
still disgusts me.
darkness spread all over those yells
lowered my voice.
walked towards with my almost dead soul.
couldn't let her go.
but she let me.
and he killed me.
those letters,
those memories,
makes me wonder
where i slipped
and lost that heart.
you were fine.
you said
are you?
cause i cant untie the knot we made
cause i'm drenched in ***** waiting for a fire.
cause for you i can just leave the other him.
some memories that just cant be replaced.
hanaB Feb 2014
lingering memories..
that last string hanging hard
that vase cracking slowly.
tsunami tides.
frustration and anger.

my default vision i guess,
all around was beauty and melody.
everything swept with a thunder.
i see.
those bullets not worth.
#yolo
hanaB Feb 2014
walking through that alley with my head held high.
you never saw those pain behind that concrete soul.
Just saw my decayed side.
all fears sealed.
flared out in the dark.
You never knew
What was under that concrete.
That chain.
Unlike us,
We made it with love and faith together.
Unlike your rented heart,
I had mine.
but burnt.
Gone on a jet plane .
EXPECTING.
Cause i never knew the house we bought together would be sold off,
never knew those glitters would be blown off.
hope, trust, love, faith
DESTROYED.
Maybe the world i lived in before was full of beautiful tales.
Beautiful tales that i want to read for the last time.
hanaB Feb 2014
is it the weather?
or the flu?
i see blurry letters
and hear the blues.

forever was never
but held like you'd never.
that hug.
flared our pain.

i wish.
just a nightmare.
couldn't hold me tight enough.
i died.
hanaB Jan 2014
those beautiful petals
gracefully falling down.
those memories
a dream now.
everything in slow motion
cant remember.

bleeding heart
stitched by fear.
pretend to not know.

DISAPPEAR.
all those promises,
disappear like I did.
hanaB Jan 2014
legs of a foreigner
fingers of a pianist
lost in that hazy alley full of your words.
HER.PERFECT. shoots me.
don't worry your not the only one.
even my dad told this.

voices whisper to erase.
tremor.
I tried.
but your words dragged me back.
I fear.
but i'll hold on tight to my rosary,
squeeze in that red jumper
and listen to your brother
until you change your words.
hanaB Jan 2014
help me get out of that burning flame without any scar.
but let all my scars be healed in that flame.
let me not hurt myself for leaving behind something so precious;
my blueberrry.

that broken soul i couldn't heal.
almost one third of a year
still couldn't do a thing
except breaking myself.

and all those love that didn't reach you
will be kept safe in that box full of bullets i love.
and my love for blueberrry is infinity x infinity till that blue ring hangs on that warm hands.
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