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Àŧùl Apr 2015
I am a human,
That too a man.
I used to compliment,
That too to many females.
Now I don't just accept,
Though I was really decent in it but it still was polite flirting in a way,
Now I even apologize and detest it.

The girl who I idolize as my sole love,
She got hurt knowing me better,
But that's only partial face of mine,
I even ward off other females that try to flirt,
I behave just like the only girl I love,
Probably that is the problem.

I must accept our differences,
I love her more than my life,
And I must give her her own spaces,
Maybe it's not correct in society,
Even she dislikes me loving so extremely,
I will stop being insecure now on,
But I will never stop exclusively loving the last girl in my life before any daughter.
My HP Poem #823
©Atul Kaushal
Geary evans Nov 2016
How can I  stop
Why does it have to be you
I feel like I did something wrong
Please show me a sign you're listening
Only if I was strong enough
I cried because you not here anymore
I still pretend you here
Rest in peace auntie
KathleenAMaloney Oct 2016
There was never so much Light
All that Love Being
Brilliantly Being
Never the Darkness
Children Born Happy
Blinding Light Broken Open
Everywhere Gyrating Joy
With calm Darkness
Waiting to Give Birth
A Living Hive of Light
Mother to Them All
Surprise Awakening
Sudden Feeling Everything's Wishes
Her Magic
Never Knowing  
Their Hunger was Her Food
Dance of Solar System Imbibing
Touching Touching Claiming Claiming
Wanted to Return Home
Simply To Say Thank You!
For the Excitment Was Real
Night Dance Miraculous
Universe of Wisdoms Order
Divine Intelligence
Knowing of the Cell
Baraconda
SM Feb 2014
Forgive Me
For not noticing your glances
As I passed by
Or truly understanding
The depth of the words you offered

On days when I needed comfort
You supplied an abundance
Treatment of the greatest standard
Never given much in return

Forgive Me
For changing your views
Altering
your bright flourishing dreams
into a shadowing reality

For it seems
I had learned
to love
Too late.

— The End —