i wonder what color
our union is, what
would suit us best
we'd probably argue over
it, in that joking way
we had before -
but i'd take your wrists
and hold them above
our color is
because we change
with the wind
and everything about us
& bedposts with
it could be
ours, the future --
it could be ours,
but it blares
with a darkened
like the love
the prying eyes
of the industry
and the world
they are so
not based in reality
you don't need to
let anyone in. i mean, who
could ever love you?
i am sent to this
world to be your empath.
your eyes glisten and shine
as do mine;
but we breathe at the same
(your faults are mine.)
there is soul between us &
our lives are lodged in between
a spark of timeless energy
someday soon will be released
i breathe rhythmically
and tonight i cried for you:
i shed the tears you
should have, and i am
enthralled with carrying
i love you
i'm asking too
much of you,
you to come into
my life now.
i just don't want
to lose sight of us
because you are the future
with a beautiful face
To illume the earth,
The sun has to be burnt.
This instance is known,
So I too learnt.
That I shall be scorching,
When you would leave.
Infact, I would be hindered,
But bestow my wish to relieve.
Thinking how would be the eve?
When my eyes would have tears,
And no vigour in my sleeve.
Then a liquid which is ignobly famed,
Would be complice of mine.
Would console my heart in this way,
So I can weep and whine.
This poem depicts the presumption of the poet's mood at the time of departure of his beloved for forever.
Last night, dreaming of you,
To me, my heart informed.
That your lips are so good,
For a french kiss to be performed.
In the very enigmatic dream,
You appeared as a doll of wax.
There was nothing but a scene,
We were clinging to the wall of ***.
Broken heart poem
I woke up early in the morrow
Due to clamor in my head.
I was distressed, gooey and restless,
It was the illation of what she said.
She said that she couldn't be with me,
The reasons were painful and dolorous to me
Burning in the flame of the anguish and parting.
Obligate enough was me, as she departing.
O lord ! How should I tell her, my sufferings?
She has been my passion, soul and other things.
You form match, It is saith,
So make her in my faith.
Else show me the way, how to forget her?
But think about me also, doest it better?
If this err you did, I won't spare myself,
If I manage some how, but what will happen to my elf?
Broken heart poem
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I look in the mirror and don’t recognize whoever is staring back.
I don’t remember the last time I saw myself there.
It must’ve been a long time ago.
I keep asking “what have you done with me?”
Or “what have you done with him?”
But I only get a question for an answer.
Somewhere in my travels, somewhere along the way.
Me and myself stopped, and I guess I decided to stay.
So please help me find him if you could,
I only know the name, I just can’t remember the face.
IT'D BE THE ONE LOVE POEM I EVER WROTE ABOUT SOMETHING BESIDES GETTING HIGH ALONE
my sister would commend me on my ability to write something beautiful for once
that stole someone's breath in a way that sounds like "stay with me"
instead of slamming the door in your face
it would probably be a very detailed description of the way your lips move when you're talking ****
and the way your tongue brushes along your back teeth when you're trying not to smile when I do it back
which honestly might be the easiest part to write
it'd be something really gay about your terrible choice in flowers or the color lilac or the TINIEST of confessions that are really too small to hear
it would be stamped in gold stars
and sold as quotes by people that aren't me
and probably aren't you
but I think you'd be okay with that
because then everyone would know how I feel about you
and if I could write a poem like the way you talk to me
everyone would already know anyway