He never showed up..!!
The special night got ruined,
Devastated..ohh..what he knew
The tenderness of a girl's heart..
That he simply shattered..
Into a thousand pieces and one
All those that had always belonged to him
Years of smiles turned into vacant expressions
Moments she cherished seemed nothing
but hollow promises and hurting kisses
But now the world had come to standstill
How easily do we trust jerks, she thought
Cried, lamented the entire way home,
Blamed her stupidity, her fate, her gods,
She felt so abortive, so worthless, so empty
Couldn't stand betrayal of the love she believed in
She had known the reality of life, the harsh way
The only little thing that remained unknown
Was the hospital where his heart kept beating..
Still kept beating..i..love..you..i..love..you...

Those lights
that guide you home and ignite your bones
are
something inherently valuable
but
being a misfit
has been told you
that you tend to be wrong

It also told you
that those lights never easy to find
but
they never gets lost
once they're found

Now
they are
the one that got away.

i looked in places
that were too broken
to find anything but
heart shaped shards
i must have mistaken
for love

A cactus he loved, all he saw was beauty in her,
the fascinating patterns,were engagingly intriguing,
she sought his thorns, to naturally reciprocate,
to love him, the way she always had known that art.

            Never could she find, even one, however she tried,
           thorns weren't his attraction, was she disappointed?
           she had to learn  love transactions, eliminating thorns,
           then, everything in place had fallen one by one.

I don't know if you can see right now,
your energy is all encompassing to me, you are in tune with everyone and everything even when you don't realise.
Your soul calls out,
I hear it, is it calling me?
An idea, a probability?  
I love you so very much. I can only hope you understand what that means. Soul mate yes, is a once In a lifetime thing, but so is love, real love.
The meaning just got diluted along with our culture, and tossed around frivolously until it could be applied to all intimate situations.
Not so, not for me.
You are for me, if you want to be

I fell for you
Because I thought that you were different.
That's what generally happens.
But maybe I wasn't mistaken,
Maybe you were different
But our love wasn't.

A few years ago
The short existence of
A boy shy and typical
Falsely mistaken
As a queer situation

Then something awoken
Within the boy's
Inner sanctum
An urge deep inside
Could no longer hide

Yet outside forces
Target to suppress
The fire burning
Within the lass' kiln
Now the dilemma
Is dealing with the drama