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PS Nov 2019
The day that must carry mourn
Wouldn't surprise me if it stood gay

The day where most would expect to hear cries
Wouldn't surprise me if it stayed guffawed

The day where my soul would deserve silence
Wouldn't surprise me if it gets filled with jabber

The day I shall be dressed in my wedding dress --- a stripped hood
Wouldn't surprise me if it didn't shine any light

I'd be disappointed not if the grave that would be expected to hold me as my bed
Decides to throw me out instead

For I, a guilt filled being, doesn't deserve a polite farewell
Consequences of my crime-filled mind that religiously only deserves hell

So carve on my stone when the time comes
“In the memory of … a prostituted ****

Who only wished to provide for herself in a land unknown.”
Oh! Who am I kidding, I will not even be privileged to become a memory unless I atoned.
                                            
~ AllTheLovePS
PS Nov 2019
The first night I layed eyes on you
I knew I hadn't felt so great since the last dew.

We spoke of unspoken tales of ours
Without realizing we had spent a whole of sixteen hours.

Sixteen hours, talking to a stranger was this introvert's new record
Under the moonlit sky, high on rolled grass, you looked so alluring, oh lord!

If I knew I would've kissed thy lips
******* on the skin of it while you'd hold my hips.

But that time is foregone
Now you only exist in my thoughts like a graceful swan.

For we were two strangers in search for an ****** act
Instead we found each other and made a pact.

To look too deep into other's soul
To understand sorrow and fill other's hole.

We were first only two bodies made of flesh
But after the dance of geeet we were left two unique souls mutually meshed.

Now I sometimes remember the sky
Imagine your face and understand why.

Why we do not know each other's names
And why did we ever play that nasty game.

Because stars were afraid our love might outshine them
And the envious universe that displayed condemn.

So, whenever we see each other and if we do
"Let us live the romance", pray to lord, beloved you.

~AllTheLovePS
A story: half real and half fantasy.
PS Nov 2019
I am tired of the fake smiles, the unreal laughs that followed the hoaxers.

Even the fictional chuckles,
That joined the audience after every heckle.

What can I do to not think about it?
When all I do is day dream about our hits.

Be it the home run you made,
Or my favourite CD collections we played.

Be it your heated hands on my body,
Or my ***** eyes that also held you under my moans' custody.

How could I move on when this was all in my head?
When I had forgotten the learnings of how to move ahead.

No one was there to collect my tears on their shoulder,
But everyone to call me a hypocrite and act as a beholder.

Wish they knew how much I needed advice,
Otherwise, I would probably fly towards paradise.

I wish I could treat my heart the same way I treated others',
Applying therapy of famous psychologists merged.

Fight anxiety, fight depression,
How could I when it became my only obsession?

~AllTheLovePS
Something I had written years ago.
PS Dec 2019
You feel like winter to me
I hate to admit it
I want to nuzzle into the body of thee.

Like the snow
You remind of the one that sparkles during dusk
With the wind on the go.

Cold breeze on my cheeks
Like your kiss on my skin
Making me, far and away, weak.

Breathing with you
Is like livin' a dream
Like sippin' on the perfect brew.

Like the brain freeze you make me forget the whys
And the hows
Of my ins and arounds.

Like the quiet
You tranquil away
In the puff made diet.

The darkness of the sky
Matches the one in your eyes
When you paint yourself with the ***** dye.

Otherwise the blue
Matches the ink of the flakes
And its turns: the same patterned skew.

You're like the winter in december to me
My placid place
Where I can be.

~AllTheLovePS
Happy December
PS Mar 2020
Art
Art is that gives ugly it's aesthetic,
Art is that gives beauty it's elegance
Art is that gives pain the love it deserves
Art is that provides the heartless with tears
Art is that provides eyes to the blind
Art is that provides lovers compassion
Art is that provides a beat to a heart.
Art becomes one when its artist falls in love.

~AllTheLovePS
Art for Artists
PS Dec 2019
It was a summer ago that I looked in your eyes
And found it content filled and lust soaked
You dripped of wickedness but reeked of butterflies.

Like the summer breeze I inhaled you
And in the swimming pool I dived
Feeling light in the colour blue

It was around us and something that painted the skies
Unlike your eyes it is within mine
And the distance between the two pairs was shorter than miles.

The weather got weird, walking in with a scent of yew
It had started to pour
Even before I dripped myself in the red you'd drew.

Then I kept wondering, what if one of us dies?
Would you **** me? Because I'd sure like to make you mine.
My 1st ****
Because I know you know it must be cruel to love someone who let's you break them twice.

~AllTheLovePS
yew is actually a tree that symbolizes change, rebirth and regeneration after difficult times.
PS Nov 2019
What attracts me the most is intelligence,
You had all of it.

What allures me the most are eyes,
Yours lit up all the time.

What impresses me the most is knowledge,
You knew.

What makes me happy is compliments,
You were full of it.

What arouses me the most is confidence, You never lacked it.

What saves me from darkness is hugs,
You gave the best ones.

What breaks me the most are lies, unfortunately that's all you ever said.

~AllTheLovePS
PS Dec 2019
Let's break the bonds, all of 'em,
Those first that are weak and bent.
Would I be elated or would I be miserable?
What about the heart that would be left irreparable?

All the diamond memories should be thrown away to move on,
From the cries to the share of ****.

I asked myself if they gave a ****,
Regretting the fact that I loved them more than my fam.
Love that they promised I cherished whenever,
But the loneliness is maybe what I'm getting forever.

The umbrella in my hand is what they gave me,
Though, it didn't help stop the running water from my eyes that I plea.
The question that still remained,
Was I going to give my life a new name?

~AllTheLovePS
The one where they broke my heart.
PS Nov 2019
Will you remember me when the sky changes its color?
The blue that fades to violet in the mystical hour.

Will you remember to forgive me after you drown in the whiskey?
Holding the color similar to the brown liquid that runs through your pupils briskly.

Will you remember me like when we were young?
All buoyant and sanguine when not a witnessed event felt unstrung.

It's okay if after years you forget how my eyes once reminded you of the stars.
I just hope you still remember how you made my oblivious heart grin before it learned about its scars.

Aye, beloved you, je t'ai trop aimé (I love you too much).
I'm sorry for I know I should've held on but I let you go anyway.

~ AllTheLovePS
PS Nov 2019
Seasons later, I started chasing your ghost because

Even if you had burned me from the inside like how people say

I miss the warmth that it provided to subside the cold.

The only warmth I feel now are the rolling tears

They travel down my cheeks in the name of you.

But they dry up too

I miss your smile, your voice and I miss your eyes

But mostly I miss your lies

Because they made me smile

I wonder why haven't you spoken a word, it's been a while.

It's so not like you to be quiet

I yelled, "Move those lips, tell me something even if it's one of your lies!"

Then it hit me you're only a hallucination

******! How I wish it was your reincarnation.

At the thought of that I cried upon your grave

And begged you to come back as seasons change.

~AllTheLovePS
PS Nov 2019
A stride nearer and I would feel the love rush they call warmth.

A little warmer and I would meet the trap they call lips.

An inch closer and I would taste the ****** they call slaver.

A step nigher and I would experience the bliss they call the first kiss.

~AllTheLovePS

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