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Apporva Arya Jan 2018
U r long gone,
& I still have feelings for u.

I too want to move on,
So, I tried some new places.
But wherever I go,
It's same old me with old feelings
& Thoughts.

Why I am in dark,
When it's so bright outside.
So, i choose to let you go,
I choose to free me.
Hence decide to face u up.

I gift you back your lies,
Our memories and my feelings,
Words and emotions left unsaid last time.
I vent out each bit of u from me.

& In a moment I felt so relieved.
Its such a huge burden to carry on painful and past memories in your present and to your future. Hence past must only Belong in past.
Vent out it all and be free.
mir4i Jan 2018
There's so much to say
so much to do
so much to feel
no wonder in some way
it won't be conveyed
nor fathomed
for somebody new
An introverted dood someone like you
Debanjana Saha Dec 2017
Love seems in the air
makes me fly every other day
but unexpressed it remains.
The silence of it
chokes me amidst the laughter
and the time we spend.

A girl should keep quiet
and wait for the guy to confess.
Trying to be a girl
but don't know how long?
How long shall I wait
and shut my feelings for you?

What is it for
you are keeping quiet
either you are taking advantage
or waiting for the right time..
But for how long shall I wait?
My secret love, out of fear and rejection
have no clue..how to express!
Bongiwe Dec 2017
Awkward ,
I don't know what to say to you ,
forcefully concealed anger has rendered me speechless .
Mentally constructed essays of hurt , disappointment and pain, speeches I'll never say .
We all know who's to blame ,
but we walk on eggshells, remembering what's right to say.
Tension plagues our home ,
it's the weight of unassigned blame ,
hanging in the air ,
no one brave enough to drop it on its rightful heir.
Even if i'll never say it to your face, it's freeing to say it somewhere .
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
If the eyes
Are the windows
To the soul
Then the hands
Are it's messengers
Ally Sep 2017
Unspoken things,
Wrapped in a smile;
Unsaid feelings,
Behind that gaze.
Together, we kept it in a secret
Called "just friends".
9/22/17 1:30AM
Atticus Sep 2017
promises of love
and dediction
we believe we are grown
but inside of us
just under the surface
is a child wanting to be comforted
to be loved
so we hide this part of us
the colours in our mind slowly dying
because they say to keep something maintained you
must nourish it
but the nourishment we need
is rare
and this makes our palettes grey
resorting to unorthodox versions of what we need
crutches and supports
that people refuse to speak about
the childhood friend
that moved away
when you were young
unable to cohere as to why
they couldn't stay
wrapped in the dreamland
of explosive joy
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