If I stop my own heart,
will it stop loving you?
Will it stop hoping for you?
Will it stop longing for you?
Will it stop missing you?

If I stop my own heart,
will you start loving me too?
Will you start hoping for me?
Will you start longing for me?
Will you start missing me?

I wonder.
You never know how green
A leaf may be
Until you turn it over.
Turning a new leaf
if you give a kid a match
they will learn to start a fire.
Followed In my dreams as far as they can take me no further can I go living In my dreams for finally coming back to reality
to
try to start my life all over
again my late wife Helen to whom I've apologised unreservedly taken flowers to her grave to tell her
It time for me to move on but told her as laid the flowers  I said I will never forget you, Helen, and always tend your grave and lay flowers as often I as I can
but I've just  got to move can't still go living the past for what Is gone I can't bring her back
so time for me to move on
R.I.P Helen my darling you're forever In my
heart
Trying to accept moving on can't bring her back so I move or die I'm not ready to die yet
Meruem Jan 6
Don't mind how you start,
It's how you finish that matters.
January 6, 2019 - 12:37

Keep getting that bread!
Daisy Jan 4
Where are you going
Where are you going, o madman!
Everything is here sweetheart,
Catch me if u can.
You have bewitched me with your black art.

You have committed a beautiful crime,
Stole my heart and my dreams,
I gave you all my precious time.
My love for you is  extreme.

Where are you going, o crazy man!
Everything is here sweetheart,
Our love was began in the season of rain,
This is where we start.

You are in love with my mask more than me,
By embellishing a beautiful smile.
I’ve pulled a curtain over my secret, you see,
I have a disguise which is very versatile.


Where are you going, o madman!
Everything is here sweetheart,
Catch me if u can.
You have bewitched me with your black art.

You become a flame,
Let me burn and make me ablaze,
I am an extinguished fire, so don’t blame.
You’ll achieve only smoke, not my sign or my name.

Where are you going, o crazy man!
Everything is here sweetheart,
Our love was began in the season of rain.
This is where we start.

You become my prisoner,
Come to the lock up,
Let me be your jailer,
Get ready and stand up.
Major Rity Jan 1
When the train passed
The airport
Just now
You were
So close
For a moment
Again
Now the rain pours
On the train tracks
And I'm watching
As it falls

Noticing
I got cold feet
And the skin on
My neck hurts
Ever since I put on
This golden necklace
From my auntie
Who passed away
Before the snow
Eight weeks ago

I removed it finally
Figured it out
With difficulty
My brother put it
Around my neck
Sitting behind my back
Four hours ago

It is pretty
But it is stinging
Very much
My skin and throat

And I did not understand
Exactly
How to get out

Almost got upset
But took a break
To breathe
Amidst stinging pain
Then opened the clip
And escaped

The feeling is fading
As I pass the next station
Darkness is falling
Fireworks burn the sky
Windy rains ambush
My train from the side

Going much faster now
A window is rattling
Shrieking wheels cut
The monotonous sounds

I lost my eBook
So I can not read to
Relax and distract
The visions that grow
Beyond comprehension
And still burns my throat

Why we do things
And others
We want
We do not do
Is such a something
I don't think I
Should think about

Why my throat burns
And my heart turns
When it is you
I think about
Dominique Jan 1
Writer's block
But sweeter
Tantrum sky
But brighter
Shaking hands
But softer
Racing heart
But lighter

Arguments
But kinder
Shifting grass
But greener
Buzzing blood
But calmer
Skinny wrists
But cleaner

Warmth and hope
Like in this letter
I'll take the pain
But I will be better.
2019 will be incredible <3
Sanny Dec 2018
My plan was to enter the new year without you in it.

To let midnight's fireworks be a mark of leaving 2018 and you behind.

I can't.

It's still you.

I'll take the risk of bringing you with me to next year.

As my grey area.

I'll leave our fate in the hands of 2019.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
Full stop.
Too strong to end any sentence.
Too weak to start one.
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