Thoughts from the past written on these faded pages
The pain sealed behind each written word
Etched onto the old pages like the faded lines on damaged skin
Haunted memories that call out
The demons from nightmares
All locked and imprisoned in this old notebook
A notebook that burns with the pain within it
These cursed pages
This cursed notebook
This cursed past
All mine
All that I've endured
All that I've defeated

Love is for fools
It consumes you
Eats you
Wrecks you
Love fills you up

Love is dangerous
Love can hurt you
It can destroy your mind
Burn all rational thoughts
Love can break you down

Love is for fools
It's a gamble that not all win
You can find your other half
Or lose yourself in the sea of broken glass
Love is for fools
But only fools don't feel love

Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is power. Knowledge is a curse, ignorance is a disability.

To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing anymore
I had hoped to be strong
To stand tall and never cower again
Instead I broke apart and fell
I cried myself into oblivion
I lost my mask

Thinking back, perhaps I was lying
And I fooled myself
Maybe I was meant to be weak
To succumb to the wrath of others,
And lose all that I tried to gain

Sincerely, it hurts to keep on fighting
I tried to be someone better
To be a being who doesn't contain pitch black bruises on their heart
But my glass broke, and I fell down in my crimson coffin

Maybe this is my purpose,
To be a weakling
To bleed so that others may feel better
Never be selfish, but wonder why no one loved me
But I just can't accept this
I can't
I just can't accept this life
I won't bow down
I won't be used

Honestly, I don't know if I can make it
This struggle drains me
But my pride won't have it
I'll keep on fighting till my last breath
This may not be the purpose of my life
But I refuse to live undead

I won't lie anymore
I'm terrified and hurt
I cry and bleed
But just because I have my weak moments doesn't mean I'm not strong
Perhaps my life was meant to be miserable,
But I won't allow it
I'm in command of my life
I will change this cursed story
I will fight to live

~~
All had been removed
one by one
Take all!
But do not take away this little light
Open the window
Let the wind come

I will not protest any day
will not say against you
Even when I got empty I do not want to
Those yellow crops,
Fertile barren fields
all yours

Do not want to
Never ask you for anything expensive

But in return
I want to see those yellow marigolds,
The silver moonlit of the lonely moon
And a newly bloomed red rose,
The aroma of gardenia in the air
For my awaiting beloved,
So Let the wind come

I'll give you more!
The Hidden gold pitcher of my grandma,
The Saved Silver coin of my ancestor,
Gold, precious locket,
Antics-
The Diamond Crown
– All -

But want to return
My beloved's smile which has taken from
The golden shining day where I had left her
The very Sweet Southern wind where my Spring plays
My lost grasshopper

Lost love Song
My mother's simple smile,
The paper boats of my springtime,
My grandma's fairytale
And a piece of open sky where I take a little breath

Where my kites of dreams fly
Dances with Seven colors of love
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

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I am not writing any poetry
Not a huff,
Not even a romantic mood,
I talked to a distress

Unto thee of say my friend:

The suffering of pain is more than a pain
Words of distress
No longer I can't say either

The story of that night
That is longer than a long night
That night, my love had died before the dawn

How do I tell thee

The suffering of love is unforgettable
Than the love you never achieved  
Middle of the night to about chest pain

When I could not bear it no longer
Then at late night I call a friend to awake
No longer I can't say either

My friend
O' my friend!
My dearest friend!

How do I tell thee
My soul grew dry that is more than a wither petals
No longer I can't say either

When the sudden stopped of time
I stood, Saw the closed distant door
No longer I can't say either

To be alone in everybody
Within a moment a known seems to be unknown
No longer I can't say either

The last thing to understand who she is constant
The story of the lost bright Star
No longer I can't say either

The door is closed
Maybe someone has locked
Alone, The sleepless nights of choking

One's that hard
Many pale faces in the crowd of strangers
Love is lost within too many hopes

How do I tell thee
No longer I can't say either
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen