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Let me tell you a secret
Try not to blush
I don't want people to notice
That you are my crush

Let me tell you a secret
Of dreams of the moonlight
Me in your arms
And your lips at my sight

Let me tell you a secret
Of long walks on the beach
Of kissing in the rain
Or at least trying to teach

Let me tell you a secret
And tell me if its ok
That I dream of kissing you
Everyday

Let me tell you a secret
Of a physique carved with precision
A heart filled with passion
And a mind filled with determination

Let tell you a secret
And don't be alarmed
The desire I have for you
Is as if I am charmed

Let me tell you a secret
And please be discrete
For secrets of feeling
Are ones to keep

Let me tell you a secret
One you might have guessed
Feelings for you
And wishes for the best

Let me tell you a secret
Try not to blush
I don't want people to notice
That you are my crush
she will never see it, too bad
Thank you for coming
And watching the show
I thought you were staying
But I guess you have to go

Thank you for coming
And playing a part
Your contributions
Helped my heart

Thank you for coming
And caring for a while
When I thought it would fall apart
You made me smile

Thank you for coming
And helping me up
I didn't see us stopping
But here we are now

Thank you for coming
And sharing my glory
But I guess you won't stay
For the rest of the story

Thank you for coming
And holding my hand
And being a friend
Guess a time comes for farewells

Thank you for coming
It was nice knowing you
And talking too
Just keep doing what you do

Thank you for coming
And watching the show
I thought you were staying
But I guess you have to go
 Nov 2014 Moarabi
One Pusumane
I think that in the end we would rather keep our pain than jump at a chance for joy....

We would rather hate than forgive and forget because forgiving makes it "ok".

We would rather keep our own crosses than trade for anything else...

I would rather go home to a husband who bashes my face in and his gifts to me are a couple of broken bones and bruises than take a chance with this cold world....

Once you find someone who loves u.. love u in their own kind of way... everything seems OK, perfect even... because nothing hurts more than rejection and uncertainty... It has to hurt to be "Love" ,,, right CUPID?
 Nov 2014 Moarabi
One Pusumane
My inner being struggles to keep the inside wall standing
Suicidal thoughts invade me... paralyzing me.
I am ****** down on memories I would rather forget .
This is the pain that I long buried, I invited the blind spot in my mind.
It was there that I laid out my deepest darkest secrets/fears.

I keep dipping in out of these shades of pain.
Every time these waters that I drown in become darker, reflecting my cold soul.
Lately I have been drinking like there are answers in a bottle, Lately I have been taking this white little pills to free my self.

I drown myself this toxic pool, my pain and I float into the sunset.
For a brief moment I see rainbows and unicorns dipped in magic.
I believe in fairy tales and the fact that love exists..
For a brief moment I forget my conception was the day God signed my death sentence...
 Nov 2014 Moarabi
One Pusumane
As the day dawns on me so do my scars
They now retreat back into my pale skin
I then see deception entering the room
I welcome him with opens arms

This is a man I have missed...
These are the lies I have yearned for because I have been loosing sleep
Never have I been so in love, never have I been so content
Never have I seen such a strong grip by lust nor death

Preacher sold me lies today in church...
he stood there and said there is "happiness"
but I ask thee, I ask the deceptive figure that lay before me
Is it happiness or simply deception that keeps us going..

Some call it faith, fate, hope ,persistence, perseverance... all those names
But I know its true form, I know its true nature
Its deception.. it creeps every time....
Because we cant accept it we call it "Names"
 Sep 2014 Moarabi
One Pusumane
I have found comfort in random places
I found love in the sharpest places
I am a man and I can lie

A girl trapped in a glass house
I wear a mask to hide all the pain
I do not fantasize about boys and six packs
I lust for death and its warm embrace
I guess it could offer me peace ..
It could offer me closure like these scars on my arms

I hate it when these "strangers" shed tears for me
I hate it when these people pity me
They say its because they love me
But I dont feel it....

There is no love, who could love ...
Darkness gave birth to me,,, she then left me to rot in hell
I now walk among these "happy" souls who believe lies to get thru the day
And sometimes I need to bleed so that I can check if I am truly human
Because in this glass house, time and space are no more....
#Depression Modes #Depression Catches Up #random

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