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Oh! Woe to the poor captivated lover
Being trapped in love, but beloved gone

Oh! The moment I'm sitting as tulip alone
In my heart's blood, she is gone as wind

The voice of ax didn't come from Bistoon
Shireen is gone to Farhad's dream tonight

Oh! I will inform you of my painful alas
The day my enormous patience finally gone

Pity lover that flew your grapevine hair
With a hundred hopes come, gone unhappy

I am happy you abandoned all my rivals
Although, you left me as fistful of soil to wind

Mountains and deserts are mournful tonight
Lovers as Majnoon and Farhad gone forever
- Inspiration from a classic Persian poem
- Shireen and Farhad is an ancient Persian love story
- Bistoon is a mountain that Farhad had to finish a tunnel to reach to Shireen but eventually died there
- Leili and Majnoon is an ancient Persian and Arabic love story
Your last words to me
Left like ending credits
Unable to grasp my attention
Long, detailed in darkness
Executed in thanks
You gave a long explanation
Why you had to go
Leaving a numb sensation
Does it hurt? I don't know.
What was your intention
To leave yet linger as though
To cause and relieve the tension
Like the last replay
Of my favourite movie
One I can no longer watch
Because it was the end of our story
It all began when a gentle heart fell for a wild heart. And as their walls grew thinner it became more crystal clear that; them meeting was more of an alignment than a happenstance. They were indeed two sides of the same soul.
©Sonia Ettyang
....whichever direction they each chose to follow was their own decided fate.
I think
    maybe Shakespeare
  did write our story.
Because darling right now,
our love is a tragedy.
Sagarika Das Feb 2
Amid all the stars you were the moon for me,
Amid all the sea you were the land for me,
Amid all the darkness you were the light for me,
Amid all the sadness you were the smile for me,
And amid everything we became a love story to live.
Kateasz Feb 1
Doth thee seeth the stars 'round us? They lighteth up this darkness yond envelops a bitter cold w'rld.  Each sunset and sunrise, a new star is b'rn and a new age of brightness hath brought to us.  Someday, our children shall behold up, at which hour centuries and eons has't hath passed, and they shall seeth a sky of diamonds.  Art we not blessed to liveth in a univ'rse wh're we art madeth of stardust? Art we not did bless to liveth in a univ'rse wh're we art surrounded by diamonds? beauty is th're if 't be true we only careth to behold and i findeth t whenev'r i gazeth to thy eyes.  Thou art m're  beautiful than all the diamonds in the sky.  Thou art m're lovely than all of the univ'rse.  The stardust yond courses through thy ***** is the same stardust yond keeps me alive.  In this way, we art connected.
Okay so this is hella strange, I know, but I was bored.
Elena Murphy Jan 29
The waters are dark around me
im trying to fiind the light
Im trying to reach the top
So i can breathe
So I can see clearly
I am deep, so deep under
So wrapped up, in this current
So naive, I knew it
Im kicking, im trying hard
Hard to understand how,
How i let you get me so down.
So deep into my own head
But only able to breathe in your world
Only able to try and be everything, you could need.
The waters are dark around me.
The problems are over whelming and im stuck under.
Im trying to find the light
Im trying to reach the top.
I need to breathe.
Breathe in my own world. Be everything I need to be....for me
Julie Smith Jan 15
We played along
You handed the cards
Set the rules
At stake were our hearts

Let the games begin
After one year
We watched the tables spin
Without any fear

They say good players don't play to win
But to grow and get better
But we both got stuck in sin
And instead of poems I write a scarlet letter
Written in the style of August 2017 when it all began. Inspired by Taylor Swift song Ready for It.

The definition of a scarlet letter is an identifying mark or brand placed on someone who has committed adultery. An example of a scarlet letter is the Puritan woman in Nathaniel Hawthorne's 1850 book The Scarlet Letter who cheated on her husband and had to wear a red A.
Lee Aaun Jan 15
Our love story
is written
with blood,
that's why
it hurts.
Smriti Gupta Jan 11
Our love story was untold like every love story,
It was our victory, our own glory!
It all started with a simple and sweet proposal...
She didn't find it perfect and so followed a refusal.

They chatted day and night,
But still there was something and so she was quiet.
Finally one day it all worked out...
He was so happy it made him shout

Everyone one was glad they were together,
Their joyance made the atmosphere touch the feather.
Days passed with the same pace,
But they were unaware about the world's face.

Then came the romantic month unusual.
It was all beautiful but the other half wasn't suitable.
Their families got them separated in all ways,
They weren't in contact for many a days.

Later life got a turn and they had to be together,
And so they decided to make it forever.
This time they thought of keeping it private,
So they could ease the conditions and survive it.

In this love story their enemy was not the society...
But the same people who call them their first priority.
They still live in the same was with each other,
And look at the stars together... Which makes the moment last forever.
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