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Bambi Feb 2018
I don’t want this to be another season’s story,
Hand me “yours” and I’ll hand you “mine”
By heart I promise, you will be the only “mine”
An unbreakable oath that is carved on steel,
A legendary love story that will be on every person's tongue for centuries.
J Jan 2018
No, love.
I am not a knight in shining armour.
My armour is bent and dented and
cracked, and underneath it are cuts
and bruises and scars from the horrors
of countless battles I've seen, and
some of them almost did break me.

No, love.
I am not a knight in shining armour.
But if you'll have me,
I'm prepared to take a vow and swear
an oath of fealty and devotion and love.

You need only ask.
You need only ask.
Seema Nov 2017
Certain parts of me, you cannot unlock
It's these scars and memories I tend to block
You chose me to be your part
To take away the pain from your heart
The love you pour out of your soul
Is one of your unintentional future goal
I, on the otherhand, is an open book
Few chapters you read, with tears, away you look
Hard times we both have faced
Each time a struggle, a case just paced
Now that the terms and conditions being laid out
It's up to you to think about
Life in a second is not easy to move
Most times it's way another we prove
To stay together and try to work
Love comes second, with a lot of talk
Understanding is first and so is trying
Sometimes its worth a go then spend time crying
Lots to learn and much to give
It's a handshake to move on and to live
Soon the unlock parts would rust
With residual memories becoming merely a dust
Hope in a new life is a must for both
With love and promises, now we seal this oath...


©sim
Fictional write.
K G Dec 2016
When the sun hits
She pillages tools from the toolbox
Only herself to fix

When the moon sits
Her ocular mislay the bones buried beneath chest
Matters not where she is

Some nights
She's left to claw a dresser with folded oaths
Inflating lungs, forging trust, to lift two toes

Some nights*
The capsules burglarize her gas-tanks war
Stifling her endlessly to the end of the tour
KG
Being in trouble I search for solace
I follow your foot steps, pace to pace
What a style and what graceful grace
I see the stars when I am face to face

Light descends and surrounds us both
Love demands blood for beauty on oath
Lover has nothing to offer but just troth
Lover and beloved need real love growth

Let my love jump in the ocean of love
There remains just no other option now
How it happens where when and how
Your graces take over me my dear dove

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Lawan Feb 2016
Gently painted on the evening sky
By a Hand, infinitely Divine.
The orange orb rests assuredly--
And of its supports to be seen, no vine.

Its reddish-yellow mixes sublimely with sky-blue--
Now it flickers clean-white, now golden-black--
A truly-- deeply fascinating view;
An arrow drawn to never miss its mark

I think it scrapes the epitome of beauty
Since it encompasses a beholder's eye
With a tolerable show of bubbling fury--
The sun-- setting behind the evening sky

In it I see-- a requiem for brighter days,
a regret written but well expunged;
a solemn oath for darker years,
and a replying breath before it is plunged
(In a sea of darkness)
I watched the sun set today.
My glasses have been dyed in the blood
of my best friend, so I can’t help
it if I see the world differently.
Yes, I know it’s naïve
to look for the good in all men,
but that was what he did.
He saw a beauty that existed in darkness,
and the potential for life in the dead,
so forgive me if I can’t help but see the same.
I’m trying to live my life by this new perspective
and I may make mistakes, but I’ll never apologize
for my change in view. I see love differently now.
I refuse to desecrate his death
by doing less than my best to see people as he saw them,
so I’ll keep looking through these blood stained lenses
because that’s the world I want to create.
A promise for the new year
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