She captivates all the men in her path, do her wrong she'll show her wrath. She can see your soul through her green eyes, read your thoughts and know all your lies. She seduced you by her charm, her laugh, her grace but she won't bother to replace.. you when she is hurt, you'll be nothing more to her than a spec of dirt. Dancing so fluently as she feels your stare, just gaze in her eyes she has a lot to share. When she's gone, she leaves an imprint on your soul where you will never again feel whole.

i have swam for so long, and i am so far away.
so far away of who i was, by grace.
but far away of who i want to be.
but i won’t drown.
i will fight the waves.
i will look for joy and for loveliness.
i will make my days count.
i will let grace rain over me
and let it cover every fault.
i will fight the waves,
fight my fears,
the pain,
the sadness,
the words that escape me
and hide.
i won’t hide, i won’t drown.
i will fight the waves
and swim home.

If you don't have a trusting bone in your body for your significant other, it's either gut instinct or you're not ready for a relationship. Nevertheless move on!

You're a sheet of white paper
So light,polite,soft and humble
And I'm a fountain pen
I slit my blood ink arm vein
With a sharp knife
And colours your life
And writes my love story
In your life's paper sheet
I love you so much
I promise,never you cheat
And My name's title
On your white skin
Reading your eyes
They tell me secrets
My nip always kisses you
& writes a note on your lips
You're my notebook
With pretty look
My red ink flows
make your face skin glow
I save you,not as locked
Coz you're in my heart's pocket

By shaffu

Hello there! It has been a while
I had a glorious thought
After so long,  you've failed
To make me smile, I'd like to say
That he is everything you're not

The monsoon cloud swooped low
to **** her
and the night seemed to wear
the darkest cloak

Three miles down south
she had gone to the weekly haat
for half a litre of earth oil
thru mud as thick as her desire
for a small glow in her thatched hut

When she reached the stream
she paused on the brink
and then like an added note
to the music of rain
her swan little frame
glided to the other bank

The wind was shivering
but she was warm in the dream of
one small light in her home
to **** the demon of dark

Memories are like an object that someone left behind. You have the choice to either throw it away, burn it or place it on a shelf to look at every now and again but please don't hold onto it forever.