His love was
The kind of love that sweeps you off your feet.
The kind of love that serenades you with Let Me Be Your Hero and lillies.

  
     It was that kind of love.

She wiped her life
From the surface and endings
As she watched him
Start a new chapter
A new life
With her.

I fell in love with a Bruised Soul  and he was the best I ever Had.

confused between
a one sided lie
a fathers love
and a mothers happiness
collided by two miseries
and a hatred that brings
flames to ashes
of mothers love
and a fathers
regret  .

Tragedy is still caring for someone who wants the worse for you.

i might not know
the first thing about
poetry.

but what i do know is it speaks
within your soul and leaves no room for regrets
it brings out the other side of you
that hides between the sheets
and shouts out the pain
and brings out the ink

tatters around papers
cause nothing make sense
but the right piece of poetry
can make a difference.



              --ismahan

He flew all around the world just to be away from her.
Little did he know
She cried all night just to be by her side again.

Her reflection
Was his typewriter.

His volatile emotions
Was her story teller.

If falling In love with him was a crime
Then the taste of his Flesh remained on my tongue.
He was forever mine.

Her hysteria
Was a story teller.
             And Her Lover.
                    Was the Typewriter

I hide behind Late night Blues
To keep me Cool
Attempting to not do wrong
One Pen can heal the pain
As delusional I may seem
But, Poetry kept me safe
From doing myself wrong.

I was all that she was once upon a time.
I was a bee who owned her beehive
I had a  home
and it was you.


_ismahan

we walked and talked together
at the sea .
but our hearts were too different
for each other.

she looked down
at what used to
be it once
she found nothing
but a body full
of scars.

I Love You
Within All the Greens in the Grass
And all the Waters surrounding thee
Most exotic islands in the world.

Give me Your All
Was his everlasting
Request.

And I chose to gave him
                       None.

When he kisses me I get Lost
In his Beautiful Chaos.

I want to look
inside your
head and see
will I show up
as a saint
or a sinner?



--ismahan

His words suddenly turned from
"I Love You" to "You Too".

We sacrificed a lot and
yet no one appreciates us for it

- To be a woman

I was not humble enough to know
the truth that in life
we cant wait for opportunities
to knock on the door
but to chase them with
full hope.

His bones needed milk
as much as love
for him to survive
in this cruel world.

For love is therapeutic
Made for two.

What ve'you done to Our Love

                                               Merciless Man.