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Ayush Gangwar Oct 2018
When i get totally lost ,
You come and find me …
When every inch of my heart gets broken down,
You collect me out and unite me…
When everything seems to be vanish and life become trouble ,
You hold my hand and strengthen me to a next level…lllll

When my pain cried out loud,
You come to me and distribute it off…
When my shiny side capture by the darkness,
You illuminated me by Brightness of your soul…
When i am alone ,
You give me company…
Everytime when i was in sorrow and pain,
You come to me again and again ,
Rotates your magical wizard and vanishes it ,
just like the fairy do in fairy tales…

You are my strength, you are my weakness too,
I am never be able to live without you…

I am incomplete without you just like a garden without flowers and a glossy green carpet roll,
You fills my empty body with a beautiful soul…

Someone find a friend, Someone find a partner,
But you are more than that for me ,
Who reorient me and make me laugh even in my hard times,
Who celebrates with me just like a joyful fate ,
You are nothing but my beautiful soulmate…
Me without you is just like a body without soul.
farhan Oct 2018
In my court,
You were guilty.
But you pleaded not.
I was the lordship,
And our love was your defence
None was the prosecution.
And the result was your absolution.
A constant stream of arguments flow in my head (the court) as to whether she should be guilty of leaving me or not. I myself argue from her side that she should not be guilty. And that I put up a defence strong enough that the other voice shuts up (prosecution). I fight for her against myself.
Matt Shepp Oct 2018
Webster’s dictionary defines 'jaded'
as “made dull, apathetic,
or cynical by experience
or by having or seeing
too much of something.”

Let me tell you about my divorce.
Left me destitute with no remorse.
Thought it was a match made in heaven
But how could it be when it was forced?
Three months living in a blissful hell
There was no way we could tell.
My wife left me, abandoned me
In our apartment by myself.
She said she didn’t love me anymore
As she walked out the door
She filed for our divorce
Using $200 I had saved up, of course.
It seemed like she unraveled my universe
And as if things couldn’t get any worse
She was pregnant with my daughter
And tried to keep me away from her.
It seemed like every day I was cryin’.
I didn’t even care if I was dyin’.
Pain was so bad it’s like my heart
was ripped out of my chest by a lion.
Yah, and it’s like...

I just got tired of carin’
And I just kept starin’
At my hands and my feet
‘Cause I got nothing in between
I am jaded
I am jaded
I wrote this several months ago. Originally, it was a rap, with a lot more to it. I wrote this to help myself and others get over the pain of divorce. Since then, I have healed, but perhaps it may help someone else.
Elizabeth Brown Oct 2018
I know you have your reasons-
ones I couldn't hope to understand-
but your apparent apathy creates between us a

distance

far greater than any ocean.
It's infuriating.
Whether it's the situation or me not getting my way
I can feel myself slipping
farther
from you and from myself.
AE Oct 2018
I only get to see you once a week
And only for about three or so minutes each time
Let me tell you your smile is something I seek
It keeps me in tune for these words that rhyme

But...I am withering each day that we do not meet
And the sun disappears in my eyes
But even without the sun, I still feel heat
Like I'm boiling alive on the thin ice

This thin layer that keeps me alive
And it is the thought of your glowing young face
So during the time that passes I strive
To continue living in a darkened empty place

And when we do meet, my body is restored
And the sun is shining once again
But sadly, my dear, in the sky you soared
So I must crawl back to my blackened den.
Unfortunately, a continuing true story.
Colm Oct 2018
The rain falls heavy on my heart
Directly and fervently
With a subtle patter to be heard in part

Reflecting only as tired can be
In being our separate, you and me
We are bound by these, such worlds apart

With ribs thrown open like lighthouse doors
And parted seas, as shallow as these
Such broken chances leave their marks

In pouring self out ever slow, in all these ways
The rain, it falls heavily every day
My life is kept from you apart
Perhaps separation is a matter of perspective. *Nods* And this may sound terribly dramatic. But context. (:
Suma Hegde Sep 2018
You're this dull ache in my chest,
That never completely heals.
A dull ache
That's always there, throbbing quietly,
Waiting,
Pouncing on me when a smile decorates my face,
Or when laughter breaks out at my lips.
A dull ache
That wrestles with my soul
Until the smile fades,
And the sound of laughter ceases to exist.
A dull ache
That turns the air around me
Into a deathly quiet.
A dull ache
That brings back the smell of what once was,
Of what we once were.
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