Symptoms of diseases, Diseases never heard of, Symptoms were pain, agony and tears Tears never shed Diseases which took eras to be discovered, Diseases that lay hidden, Hidden behind smiles Smiles hiding pain, agony and tears Tears never shed Because there was no one to see the tears, Tears lay buried Buried behind 'I'm fine' 'I'm fine' was a cover To shield the delicate heart The heart which was scratched and torn millions of times And millions of times the memories were reminded Memories which were to be forgotten To be forgotten and thrown away Thrown away like the heart was The heart now only had tears Tears never shed Because there was no one to see the tears, Tears left to dry To dry without being wet The heart also dried Dried out and fell Fell like the petals of roses Roses which are only left with thorns now Thorns which ***** and the heart bleeds The heart bleeds the blood of hatred Hatred risen from love Love which led to the diseases Diseases known as heartbreak, dejection and desolation.
• I left a trail of blood from my bleeding heart, Praying that you will follow & mend me, But the depth of my aching overflow & my river of tears erase it, Now I am left with a track to my death, A death of utmost throe, lonesomeness & dejection.
your sky was a catastrophe. not the inky black type and not the somber gray type either—no, those were too cliché for you. your sky was a shade between blue and gray, the color of dejection, of loneliness for it was only a shade in between. never a whole only half a mind, and half a soul.
Oh dear, their love never really had a chance as it was over before it started in advance.
There were so many conditions and obstacles they both had to overcome; of a physical and emotional nature that would have been too burdensome. Where one person may have been willing the other had some serious doubt and the feelings shared between them were not much to get excited about.
Yet, they both seemed to be attracted towards each other but it was hardly any more than being a sister and brother.
You must know something about the kind of love that I do mean where both parties at first, only enjoyed from a distance to be seen. Though, it’s said, where love is concerned it will seek to find a way; the rest is really up to individual effort and or nature to save the day.
There are certain fleeting memories of love which linger in many still that some people would try to revive again and so their passion fulfill.
The object of a person’s love demands serious attention otherwise it remains at the level of being in suspension. Those whom it concerns need to be intimately connected so the experience of love for both parties is not dejected. ____________