i wanna get mad
and curse you so bad
you vanished all of a sudden
now my heart's all harden

i wanna get angry
but if I hear atleast just one sorry
it's more than enough
for my heart isn't that tough

i wanna be ******
for all these feelings i have risked
however, when it comes to you
i don't even know what's true

i wanna be happy
but without you it's all just lonely
so come to me,
for when its you, i'll always be ready

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose—
But were always a rose.

It started with attraction
From then on evolved in connection
It was a recipe for atrophy
Later on, ended in agony

Sparks flew the moment they kissed
Apparently, love should be missed
Together they exceed exuberance
But both knew there is no chance

In a perfect world it may exist
For now, it’s something to resist
While it’s about time they parted
It was fun while it lasted

i knew from the first time i saw you,
tamed by the crimson eyes and its hue.
amidst the cold stare you have given,
cunningly, i see the emotions hidden.

heaven has its own way of showing,
i believe it just by seeing.
unbeknownst under those cold-blooded eyes,
cunningly, i see the emotions rise.

haunting me from the depth within,
igniting the curiosity that is seething.
hollowed, i tried reaching you,
and still, you grabbed me out of the blue.

it's funny how it's always that person
when something random comes up
we think of them without reason
then your mood goes up

you'll feel happy sometimes
maybe even guilty when you're reminded
like this moment where i write rhymes
due to that person i remembered

it's a long way to your thought
but when it's ending, you realize
this person is not whom you must sought
then the thinking shall finalize

it's funny how it's always that person
sometimes you just can't help but fathom
you're being reminded in any season
then you wonder where does this come from

men were terrified,
of the power females held
thus, women belied

i dreamt of you once again-
i wish i had not woken up.