When you lose someone, people say they don't probably deserve you or they are not worth it and stuff,
But deep down you know they were worth selling your soul.
No matter how lame or self-destructive the aspects of love are, we still would choose to feel the pain, the rage, the anger, the love, the kisses, the slightest touch on our waist and cheeks, the endless stare into the eyes filled with love that reflects the depth of an abyssal gorge, the never-ending feeling of wants and being wanted, because what more is there that sets us apart from the non-living elements of this world.
Love is a gift.
What is the point of living?
What is the purpose of life?
If death was the ultimatum then what's the point of being born?
Maybe we are too small to speculate it.
Maybe we will get extinct before we know it.
Sometimes it all boils down to
to give up.
Sober up pal you ain't living forever.
Ahh! Love, how should i put it maybe like **** happens where you stomped your most valuble Leather shoe and if you wash it shoe's gone, if you dont its one smelly ****** shoe.
I didnt exactly quote the shoe to be, what they'd call us? haan!,yap Soup Boys, but its supposed to be quoted up anyway.
Well put the shoe up for dry cleaning you aint a zombie from walking dead(you know what i mean!).
I am Awake all night wondering what if we never did what we did so we never got where we are.
Its foolish to stick to the past but i couldn't stop thinking about it anyway.
What i had wasn't perfect,
It never had to be.
I just loved the way it was,
For it laid perfect on its own way.
For what its worth, everything i went through was worth it because i got to meet you, given a chance i would it all over again no matter what the other choice is
Our love was like a fictious honey ***,
Never in a thousand years would i
Have peeked in to find out
If our honey *** really had any honey because
I loved the thought of existence of that honeypot
More than the possibility of having honey in it.
My Fictious honeypot gave me
A taste of what it feels like to have hope,
I wasn't disappointed because
We didnt have a honey in our fictious ***.
I was disappointed because we broke the ***
and We will never be able to go back to the way it was.
No matter what we say to ourselves, When we lose hope in a relationship there is nothing really that can be done regarding that, Seems like I never really had any relationship to begin with rather than a Fictious Honeypot without Honey.
moments wrapped in romance that end with bitter sunrises and goodbyes
moments so fragile and rare that i wonder
if they would have the same taste if not such a delicacy
but i'd still devour you as i lay here and recall years of wavering emotions
suppressed desires and volcanic explosions that retreat into dormancy
i wonder could we ever flow together
or are we two twin souls finding each other in the wrong lifetime
Credits: if i really love you i ll let you go_LEXI JAYDE
Losing what you never had
Might still be the worst thing that could ever happen,
Cause once you lose what you never had,
you never stop contemplating " what if you had it ",
and though you know what your heart wants,
You ll never do it because it wasnt yours to begin with.
I know i never told her maybe if i told her, maybe things might have turned out in a different way but now there is nothing more to contemplate or dream about for she is happy and comfortable being in someone else's arm.
I guess it is what it is.
From being Barney to becoming Ted i fell for the Robin i could never have.
She said she wanted
to see the stars
while holding the
hand of someone
who loves her.
Yet i lay here
the abysal plane
of the universe,
if she would ever realize
that my arms are
hanging forever open
just for her to clasp.
From being the one to becoming none
I felt the likes love ,rage ,anger
I would never be able to comprehend even
if i pen a million more poems.
Maybe i would have to find a way to convince myself that i dont have the need to comprehend that but once again what is the point of having the capacity to remember if you never wanna live through it again.
What's stuck deep would always stay stuck deep!
You pluck it you bleed,
You pluck dont you still bleed.
For all that i wonder i wished we meant all the songs we send for each other.
I wish people knew what goes on each other hearts because the words they utter dont really express everything they would want to convey.
You can settle your mind with compromises but the heart,
The heart always wants what it wants.
I dont love to live.
I just live to love you another day.
love life death all binds me to you inevitably.
I am imprisoned in my own thoughts.
Will i ever recite my love to you, I don't know, i don't think i am worthy of you but i will love you.
Love isnt the same for everyone.
When i said
I dont fear death.
But i feel that if june 21 is the end of the world i dont wanna die without saying certain things to you.
(thinking thats another one of my poems)
Now I really do hope this is the end of the world.
:| me right now wondering how do i explain it to her wish i could get some advice from my wise romantic bards in HePo XD.
My dear blood
Dont rush i dont wanna do this fast.
I wanna feel it,
Every ml of red rushing out of my body screaming her name,
Within a closed Casket lies my head weary and dread where i rest all my thoughts and finally free myself from the torments of my haunted long lost love,
For i know my love wasnt fickle,
But for her It was just my love not hers.
I am not sucidal but thats what my mind feels everytime i start to write.
I do not encourage suicidal thoughts in anyway but the tinge of that darkness inevitably lies in everyone of us.
We keep dreaming of Ifs and what ifs, Maybe if all ifs and what ifs happen we might still end in the same way and nothing might change and Yet everything lies in the wake of not understanding that no ifs or what ifs can be festerd into your present for its decided in your past.
My mind weeps and warps through the days and nights seeking an end.
Wish i had my heart that once desired to live forever.
I hope not all hearts get the desire to live forever and get lost.
My eyes sought a woman of my dreams, perhaps she was just meant to be in my dreams.
life never goes the way we expect it to go but anyway its just gonna keep going so you too cling on to it hoping your stop doesn't come soon
I am a star for i shine bright and all planets and moons encircle me,
but i will never have anything close as like the Earth beholds the Moon.
For my love and wrath burns the same.
The dread star dreams solitcitously to see if serene calm ever witholds him.
Greetings If you too are a star that longs for a moon.
I wish i could unplug my mind.
I wish i could erase and format all my memories.
I wish none of my drives were corrupted.
I wish all of them were fresh and fond as they wouldve been on the day i was born.
But here i am corrupted with all the memories we had.
But dont you dare to delete them they are the only remainder of what we had,
Missed you all guys been a while since i wrote.
I love you there is no bound for it interms of time ,length , breadth , area or size
All i know is that i love you.
I dream of a day!, everyday,
I don't know who far the day is,
but i dream of that day everyday.
The day where the lone shadow that lays behind me no longer lies aloof.
The day where my voice no longer echoes through the hollow walls.
The day where the song of my heart is heard.
The day where my words finally make sense.
The day where i salvage my soul from the ruins of my past.
The day where i finally find myself.
I dream for that day!, Everyday.
and i know that you too, dream of that Day.
No amount words can ever truly console a heart that lays weary of itself.
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Heart of fortune filled with frecklish love for solitude,
One minute i love all, the next i love nothing.
I dont know what my feeble heart desires.
I kind of believe nature. Nature had decided to hit the reset button 5 times. Now the sixth i don't think nature had anything to do with corona
Its just us,Humanity as a whole paying for all the sins that we committed or its just another game by the underworld to profit the hidden communors and crème de la crème.
Either way humanity doesn't deserve to be alive, for all the resources that we have and all that we salvaged in the few thousand years, we just rotted to become worse than what we were.
Long live the planet.
Afloat in the loveless void of space loving a soul that bleeds of slithering in solitude.
Accross the allevation of what the soul seeks among the hearts that no longer beat,
I managed to stumble upon a heart that beats,
Never knew what to give for that graceful heart, for all i knew was dull and dark.
Wish i had a rhythm to realign but then i realized i had no voice.
Wondered if could shine to catch her eyes then i have light.
Wish i had a fragrance to frantically Flirt yet then i knew no flowers bloom in space.
So i stand right here in the astral space in a distant place where she ll never know that i ever existed.
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Afloat in the loveless void of space loving a soul that bleeds of slithering solitude.
It floats and gloats.
It snuggles and shears.
It lies and yet cries.
If i think of a way to give it away it bickers and brawls to put me away.
My big broken bickery heart needs a savage sick mystery ***.
i wanted to write that To keep it from bickering lubs and dubs unfortunately it seems like i cant.
I almost forgot what i had but you know? they say plants do have memories i once really thought they were all lame until the roses we planted reminded the rich lucile
Love and lush we festered onto them.
I wish peace to my broken heart.
The word cringe is the ultimate metaphor that could be used to describe love and personify life.
It seems like my perception of love is bewildered
Cringe and vile being
Sad and Sarcastic. No one will ever fathom whats beneath my skin for i exist without a soul.
Its not what our bodies lose when we die, its entirely the only thing that we risk when we choose to fall in love.
Love may be bright and beautiful but its also the one thing that can make everything ugly and broke. Kingdoms Men and all of creation bleeds before the surreal feeling of love.
Not all heartless/soulless people were born soulless/heartless,.
Uncorrupted fondness and care is one of the rarest things that you will ever find in your life when you find it make sure you hold on to it unlike you wanna turn out to be people who write sob stories and poems....
As much as it burdens my heart to accept that we are not a couple, it burdens my soul to let go of that thought.
Maybe someday I will get the strength to accept it but I dont think, I will have the luxury of forgetting because I record and write my every thought and dream, about you and hold on it for as long as i would as if my life depends upon it.
However silly all of it sound somethings cannot be expressed by words and my love for you is one such....
I wish i had the courage to say it all when i had the chance to but now i dont figure any.
The Dark Damed Love
Its awfully wierd how much you can hate and love a person at the same time.
The moment you hate em and you do something stupid you once again realize that you love them and you were stupid enough to be stupid.
To love and hate grrrh
Men sing songs that are sought through sorrows.
Men hide feelings better than women when a man begins to break he thinks of all the souls that look up to him and will always choose to bury it deep in his heart.
There is nothing more divine than a man's love towards his closest for his impulse to provide for them is stronger and fierce than any storm there is.
The songs that were never sung
The wedding bells that never rang
The vows that were never exchanged
The aisle that we never walked
The boquet you never threw
The ring i never proposed
are all still waiting right were they are supposed to be.
Grrh!! I woke, sorry for the disappointment guys.
Loving my lucid dreams wIth her.
Love, nobody believes in it till they experience or understand the sorrow or grief it baggages along with it.
The moment they do they experience something that will be etched into the deepest of their deary hearts which they would never elude or resucitate from.
Funny of all, i still live to love the soul that cries across the stars that never die and that one wretched soul is indeed is mine.
( . _ .)
Sorrows that are too far to comprehend manifest a vile necrocious feeling deep down your soul. You will never realise it until the day you finally break down
Its not the pain that bothers me the most. Its, its my inability to comprehend the fact that i let you,
The one that i loved with the whole of my heart to slip out and fade away....
Love i dont even have enough words to comprehend how much i love you but youre not gonna be here anyway and i am not gonnna make peace with it. Either way i am ******* so cheers to the epitome of sadness and regret till the day i die
People keep telling me I am working a lot but only I know if I stop doing what I do I am gonna keep falling for her all over again.
So I do, what I do.
There is nothing divine about love. It's just frantic pain and miseries bundled with unforgettable intimate moments and ***.
Drew all the dots till the dawn just to once again find her face dangling over my stupid pad.
Oh god I can never get rid of her can I??
Love is vicious and ofcourse not good for health
I loved the way i lost my soul to the simplest girl that slew my still delicate unscathed bleeding heart.
My diary says the stories and words that i never had the courage to say but these words are always gonna remain the way they were meant to be ...
Love doesnt give you power
It is the feeling of acceptance of being powerless. You cannot have control thats what love is all about.
The ability to putforth all your vulnerabilities in front of one person believing that they would not misuse it.
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Never would have lived through the time where the stars that aligned above the shades with none to watch if it wasnt for the enigma of love.
Love prospers hope.
You will never know the scars my heart bears for all it had shared it did always dare to shrink a bit now i am not sure if theres a heart left.
You kept taking piece of my heart everytime you hurt me now i am not sure if theres a heart left.
We all want what we don't have.
We all long for what we might never have.
We all dwell atleast once for all that we have lost so far.
We all must take atleast a second to cherish what we have, Cause my friend we can never predict or say when all that we have might turn into all that we want.
Cherish_What_is_Left for nothing is permanent in the sands of time and the in ponds of pandemics.
Sometimes I stay angry and quiet for losing my happiness but then I wonder how could someone ever get angry about losing something they never had then I end up being a lot quiet as like ,
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