If my words are remembered
That’s all I need
Fame and money are ideals created by the insecure
So away the malice, envy and greed
Cause on this side the sun shines even when the trees hide your beauty
Soothing breeze leaves one to wonder if in fact life is meant to be an ongoing trend of aloofness
But aloof I’ll be
And when the breeze blows me away I hope my words are all you need
Or maybe fame and money aren’t too bad after all
Maybe that way my words will be the roots to your happiness
I guess you can say I’m insecure
Eventually, no one is worth it;
Rely on yourself and do not
Await a cold cordiality from anyone;
Despite this, always be the first on
Planting happiness in people’s hearts;
Undoubtedly, someone will plant it
In your heart, life as you offer to it,
It offers you more indubitably.
His core is filled with the collapse
Does he truly love himself?
Something he did not give to himself,
He expects others to give it to him;
When someone tries to approach him,
What does he do? He get-away!
When he believes that he is incapable of being loved,
He always seeks clues to convince,
Himself that he can not be loved.
To relinquish something you believed for so long;
It is a demanding and complicating matter.
You came to me in infinite numbers when I am aloof and lighted me up as the stars do to the moonless night.
Our amalgamation is paradise.
Even in the
most lucid of my dreams
I just can't stop you
(leaving me alone)
dedicated to (you)
for i cannot forgive you
i redesigned my heart to let you
freed the nerves to squirm
When you left
writhe like coils
they remind me of you
Of the me i saw in those mannerisms
i see in your mistakes
i have shined away the doubt
i love you
July 14, 2019
What flesh do you hold
Who does it belong
i feel as a doll
in its playhouse
Trudging between plastic
bright, wallpaper rooms
Daises and lavish paisley
Will I ever trust the very heart
on my sleeve
let alone place it
in your hands
Meaning is like words
It is claimed, they are said
Truth remains elusive
When ghouls and ghosts of a haunted past hunts down
Mason's of a future,the brigadeless shadows dwindle through the riverly course of time,
For all that remains within are the dreads of dead alongside rubbles and rummages of your memories that'll never sink in the spoils of my mind.
Losing you was easy until my silly heart realized that It lost itself.
The moon stares silently
It's not like the sun
which we see even without a single glance
The moon is unseen,
even in its full splendor
It doesn't bother
and we hardly bother to look