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In dreams I wander, searching for a place,
A home that’s found in your tender embrace.
Yet fate’s cruel hand keeps us apart,
A sorrow etched deep in my heart.

You are the home where my soul longs to stay,
A haven of peace, where fears melt away.
But destiny’s paths lead us astray,
In separate worlds, we drift day by day.

Without you, I roam, a nomad in despair,
A heart without shelter, burdened and bare.
The house of my dreams, forever out of sight,
A love unfulfilled, lost in the night.
Inspired by reading β€œthe girl from the other side” and few fragments in the back of my head, certain emotions lingers around
Mrs Timetable Jun 19
You made me
Put my heart away
I put it on the shelf
It kept wanting to jump back in
But you told it to stop
Hope and pray
You meant
Wait...
Not yet
But
Soon
When you see unrequited love, you just want to fix it for them
SANA May 27
now i just watch them slowly walking away
while killing me a little inside
with every step they take
SANA May 23
god
can i miss him a little less and love him a little long
Brumous Nov 2023
I wouldn't simply flick the brush
in regards of painting you;
You're more than that to me.

I'd stare up high looking at the real ones
and use them as reference,
to at least be able to paint you in the same league...

You've captivated me
unlike any other nebula I've seen.
To the point, that urging myself to look away
and move on comes to the sceneβ€”

Because my mum told me
to never look at the sun directly.
Funny, how I never listen
knowing I got blinded by you.

However,
I also think of you as the moon.
Cold and very far away,
Unable to reach you.
I'm no astronaut,
But if I couldβ€”I would.

You've got me wishing for you,
Like lovers longing for each other.
But you are a star,
and I am but a man.

I'm nowhere near
the level of other women,
I'm mediocre at best.

But, I would have painted you better
than any other woman could.
newborn Jul 2022
stuck, writing about every person i come across
my friends, old ones, new ones
excerpts from movies that make me remember why love only exists in the grasp of the cinema
or in the manipulated minds of fourteen year old girls enthralled by the greek godlike men onscreen
confined, writing about people i wish i were, people i talk to on a daily basis
i exercise my brain so i can make it all go away, so i can write about the next person i see
maybe next time, someone will write about me
i wish someone would write about me for a change
7/16/22
Krizel Grace Jun 2022
It's a postscript
That is yet to be found
Written on the back of an old photo
Along the edge, succinctly.

Buried six feet under where I lie
And it grows as it dies
Wilting over timeβ€”
A slow demise that is much more painful
Than a quick stab in the heart.

It's a goodbye without a beginning,
And failing without even trying
To keep it is a choice,
To confess it is a risk.

And as long as I see those eyes...
Still sparkling for that someone,
This thing would remain hidden
Under a willow tree and weep along its branches
Until completely forgotten.

-kg
I smiled
And you smiled back
At times
We laughed hard

As Usual
But hope this feeling is mutual

We chatted
Like we used to
Seem acted
You're in the movie too

Unusual
But hope this feeling is mutual

You speak
With your eyes in silence
While I breath
Yet my heart is quiet

Unfactual
But hope this feeling is mutual

You loved
In privy
I love to be loved
More lively

To be factual
Hoping this feeling is mutual
Common is uncommon nowadays
#mutual or #one-sided
Yes!
I want to be heart broken by her once
Rather than being broken by her everyday

Yes !
I want  her to her hurt me forever for once
Rather than getting hurt everytime by her

She Never understand feelings of mine .
No matter efforts I make no matter my words for her.
She only adore beautiful human's
And I don't quite fit in
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