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Sasha Paulona Sep 2023
My heart is small. I thought I could tolerate my feelings toward anyone if I wanted to. But No, I can't. I am not that two-faced person. If I want to be myself, first I should learn not to lie to myself. I don't want to lie to my heart saying that I don't love you. I love you. I still don't know what is love or what people should do for love or how to do it fairly without hurting myself. If I love someone I truly love that person. I tell it, I express my feelings and I don't want to lose him either. But If I cannot do that, if I cannot have that warmth in his hugs, if I have to think twice before jumping into his arms... I'm just asking WHY...?
Sasha Paulona Jul 2023
In the car, in the front seat I'm your baby.
You go fast, you go slow I don't move....
I believe in places you take me
Makes you really high on lately
I can see, I can see your eyes burning through me
I know I'm your once in a lifetime
Staring into stars, in my saggy jeans
you're *******' mess, but I
Thanks for the high life
This is fun, things pass in Light years speed, and yes
Now I'm here with you, and
you like to think that you would stick around me
You know what? I wanted to make you think like that

The glance, the taste, the way we talk
It all comes down to write the poem of us
In a dream, the dream, You are dreaming..
Read me in anywhere 'cause I'm your open book
Grab my waist, don't waste any part
I believe that you see me for who I am
So spill any page to the floor,
Rewrite any paragraph in this chapter
Is it safe, is it safe to just be who you are?
Is it safe, is it safe to just be the way I am?
Sasha Paulona Mar 2023
It doesn't matter you love her/him...
Do you need a boyfriend/ girlfriend to your life now ?
Sasha Paulona Jul 2022
Layers of layers dust
It's hard to see what's behind the red
in your eyes............
Be the Open book for society
that can't ******* read...
Let them guess if it's you or someone
they're missing...
Sasha Paulona Jan 2022
The wasted land,
Where the birds Sing,
but the people cry,

The purple city,
Burning in yellow
The cruellest month,
Which is flames mix with cold.
Sickening my mind all of a sudden.

Late winter sky is about to cry
conquer in wind,
Amber-hued, sunny and hot,
The owner of our secretes,
Hiding from our grieving eyes
Sinking in greyish blue cloud.

I found the best moment to write,
Right after melancholy moments.

From his smoothen skin to her so mean eyes,
Born something unknown desire to have,
Every touch of his, soaked in alky ash.
lets fire up that moment with unspoken truth.
Be as you always been,
Be that lover and don't be change

There was fear and the fire
With the suffused enough heart, like unbreakable
With the cried enough eyes, like compassionate
To each other, to the sea, which seems
The illusions lay before us on land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful
Neither joy, nor love,
Nor peace, nor help for pain;
Scattered the violet and blue light
Away from our eye sight
In this lonely city,
Where struggle and tenderness collide,
Swept with complex evening clouds.
Colombo - Sri lanka. Galle face sunset view
Sasha Paulona Oct 2021
No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them.
By that love, we see potential in our beloved.
Through that love, we allow our beloved to see their potential. Expressing that love, our beloved's potential comes true.
Sasha Paulona Oct 2021
She  - Have you ever been heartbroken ?  
Me - oh yes! Many... I easily fall in love
She - That's normal... Because you are an artist.  
Me thinking about you.....................
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