Falling over and over again
Hearts breaking and breaking again
The stupid cycle never ends

I’m over him, I’m done
But Cupid’s arrow -- more like a gun
Pierced through my flesh and into my heart
U  n  c  o  n  t  r  o  l   l a  b  l  e

I once swore upon a wishing star
That I’ll stop reminiscing over my bleeding heart
I wish to hold my guard up but I couldn’t
I’ll always fall headfirst back to you

Savoring every single one of your hollow words
Sweet as honey, smooth as silk

And so I tell myself “It doesn’t hurt”
“It doesn’t hurt”



It does.

My sweetheart my love is so pleased in your service
Your beauty is treasure to which surrenders universe
In your style and graces you are so simple but diverse
On which my soul dances you are that poetic verse

Do not play hide and seek as clouds play with moon
For my love's worship your beauty is but just a boon
Please help my love ,love with graceful beauty attune
My love is like a barren land your beauty is monsoon

Let me taste the dew of your beauty with my love fire
Let me sail in ocean of beauty do not take me to mire
Please place your hand on my chest help me to inspire
My beloved take me be mine to aspire less I just expire

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

There are always long nights when music doesn't help and alcohol doesn't help and crying just doesn't help.

There are always long days when my legs want to give out and my back is shaking and my heart breaks a little more each hour.

And there will be times in the middle of the night when I want nothing more than to call you and remind you I'm still alive.

To call and just hear your voice even through voicemail knowing you were real at one point in my life.

There are always going to be days when the sun shines a little less and the storms find their way into my heart.

There are always going to be days when I wake up happy and content and I can easily forget you were even a part of my life.

And there will be times in the middle of the afternoon when my mind wanders and I am not nearly as sad as I was a few days ago...

And knowing I am just a little less broken than l was yesterday brings me a little hope that I will move on.

The less I have to do with it
The less drama I'll have to deal with

For all the gold in the world may be at my feet, why is it I am still unhappy?
For all the silver spoons I use to eat,
Why is it I am still unhappy?
For all the dresses I have to make every girl in my kingdom pretty,
Why is it that I long for more?
Maybe, I don't long for more but, I long for less, and less is in the disguise of more.