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 Mar 2015 Mehma Kunwar
Zedd
Smile
 Mar 2015 Mehma Kunwar
Zedd
Happy days
Come alive
Sun is shining
Living positive
I'm not sorry that I met you.
I'm not sorry that knowing you had made me question everything.
I'm not sorry that whenever I feel down, low, sick, or maybe even dying--
you're the only one who made me feel so alive.
I'm not sorry that I've made a few wrong choices in life,
'coz in the end I made it right with you, I know I did.

I'm not sorry that smiling is my favorite,
'coz you're the reason of this smile.
I'm not sorry that I don't believe in love at first sight,
'coz I believe in that click or zing they called.
I'm not sorry that I'm just continuously falling for you...
each & everyday.
I'm not sorry that I truly knew what love was 'til I met you.

I'm not sorry that I want to travel the world with two things on my hands--a camera on one & your hand on my other.
I'm not sorry that I miss you every second of every day.
I'm not sorry that I am at my happiest now,
'coz of you.
I'm not sorry that I am truly, madly, deeply, unconditionally, passionately, & irrevocably in love with you.
His arms were wrapped around me
And I knew that I was finally free
He had the eyes that made me see
What happiness could ever be

Under the stars, we were dancing
For our love began overflowing
My heart made him my king
As I was looking for the ring

In the fresh dawn, I rose
Looking for him after a doze
I lost him; I suppose
Then my heart abruptly froze

I still did wait
I had the faith
For this love was built by fate
Even if he would return too late
Call the young and call the grown
Spectres from an early home
Let each memory unfurl;
Each one that was once my own

Fays that only knew my name
Nestled as before they came
Sprites that tap and talk and twirl
Somehow different and the same

Through the shutters, through the skies
Isolated streams and tries
Capped and callow, summer girl,
Always hated long goodbyes.
 Mar 2015 Mehma Kunwar
kaden
truth be told, truth be said


i have a million thoughts hanging above my bed

time can heal wounds but words can't
i try not to recapture the images you plant

truth be told, truth be said*


i guess i'll never get you out of my head

it'll probably take me years
but with that i'll try not to shed a tear
let me start off, right here
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