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Mia May 2014
Somehow it hurts so much,
To breathe.
To think.
To live.
You took the parts that were mine and corrupted them.
Everypart protests at having to work without you.
Each minute drags as though gasping for a fresh start.
I miss you.
From when i wake.
Every hour my eyes stay apart.
I miss your smile, your touch.
It hurts more than i ever imagined.
Somehow i lived before you,
But now i cant remember how to.
I need you yet i pushed you away.
You were dredging the last bits of my sanity out.
I need to find a part of me you didnt take.
I wish i could unlove you and forget giving myself to you.
It has been my undoing.
And now i am sinking in the abyss of your absence.
You broke me.
The tiny parts you linked together.
Now all that's left are regrets that masquerade as my life.
Ravindra gora May 2021
𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰, 𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔂
𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝔂
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓭𝓸𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼, 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔂...

SO HERE IT GOES

Side by side
On a moonlit night
Watching the sea waves glide

A tender moment of romantic bliss
I bend on my knees
You cup my face and we share a sweet kiss

From my heart, into your soul
The feeling is so strong, i've lost control
Even the stars are gazing at your tiny mole

We vow to make moments to reminisce
Now you're with me, nothing can go amiss
The intoxication of your love is more than that of a cannabis

On the account of happiness you bring
From head to toe, my everypart wants to sing
You are my everything, you are my everything...
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Muiruri gathairu Jul 2022
I like where this going
Feeling sky high like flying in a boeing
Love for who i am, no room to judge
**** the loneliness, it's a purge
This girl I love she be my queen
Make it be better than its ever been
My lifeline in this endless ocean, a raft
Naturally gifted at giving joy, maybe her craft
Mind-blowing like the monalisa, everypart of her be pure art
Eternally attracted to each and every part

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