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psyche Apr 2021
I shan't compare thee
in any catastrophe
I've been thru all storm surges
and before you came
I've been a swirling tornado.

Had I've known you'd put
all colors back after all my storms,
I wouldn't had let any
thunder's screams scared
all hell out of me

for when we met,
all aftermath made sense.
psyche Apr 2021
He was my sunset;
the kind of home
I embrace after all tiring days,
the one I would always
give my admirations with

He was my sunset;
the warmth I am calmed with
the one I would always
run at after all stormy threats

He was my sunset;
the reason why I breathe
in between all the saddest endings.

And when he fights and loses
against all his darkness,
I would still look at him
with all the adorations I could give
even if I see
only shadows of his love.
psyche Apr 2021
You broke your own heart
by the risky knife of love
and now you bleed
so you stitch it
with thread of all
painful yet so precious
memories of him.

Go on,
crowned warrior.
be braver,
for all wounds heal
when patched
with what bleeds heart.
psyche Apr 2021
Collect mem'ries
on sunny days
when dandelions bloom
even in autumn
when leaves fall apart.

Collect mem'ries
on windy days
when the only comfort
you had's a blanket
even on rainy days
when thunderstorms
echo here and there.

Collect mem'ries
when sky do cries
and rainbows bow
when clouds in shapes
and lightning screams
when birds sing songs
all aftermath

Collect mem'ries
from the most timid smile
a stranger gives
to the warmest hug
your love bestows

Collect all mem'ries
from all laughters that causes
stomach cramps
to the most painful cries
you shed at night

Collect
Collect them all
keep them in a jar
with others on a shelf.
for there
a vessel that complements yours
lies...
psyche Apr 2021
I wish it could be
as easy as breathing-
to forget people who cause us pain.

But I often forget...
sometimes
even breathing is the hardest

when you were eaten
by rotten lies.
psyche Apr 2021
She runs all day
to escape the pain
only to be chased by tears
when night falls off.

Such a cruel prize
from love!
psyche Apr 2021
Kept myself busy on daylights
to not get drowned
by the waves of missing you.

But when the night falls,
the story changes

and I wait for
another sun to rise.
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