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alisi olelagi Apr 2015
You know what?
I love you.
I was just stupid and scared.  
I didn't want my heart to be shattered.
I didn't want to feel the pain.
I should have listened when you said you were mine.

When you thought I wasn't serious,
we went our separate ways.
I heard you got someone new.
My heart fell, how could you move on so fast?
I could bearly think straight.
But I learnt to accept your choice of moving on.

I rid myself of you.
But you.
You crawled your gracely self back into my life and asked why I removed you.
I lied and said I pressed the button by accident.  
If only you knew that looking at you just hurts.

Days go by and I still keep track of your little stories, here and there.  
After her,
Still none new?
I like to think that you are waiting for me
but I know it isn't true.
A girl can dream right?

There will always be a place in my heart that belongs to you.
I would take you back without a moment of hesitation and treat you right cause I was fool in other people's games and demise.
To the relationship that could have been heaven but I messed up.
Keiri Aug 2019
Softly but gracely he fell.
Out of the skies as dark as it's deep.
In an awe I do dwell.
Nearly doubting if I were asleep.

In a wonderful place with a beautiful scene.
He stands tall yet unharmed still standing.
From the lengths he had come, tired he leaned.
And no proof of such a brutal landing.

His wings are dusty and the feathers fell off.
He did not at all seem weary or confused.
As if falling so high isn't that rough.
As if he was but merely amused.

He stands there proud and aloof.
Showing us humans how idiotic we seem.
He who knows all, brings us proof.
That he is almighty, soaring the skies like a dream.

And as he stands and walks on by.
While I leer him with open arms.
He does not budge and points to the sky.
Up he goes soaring over the farms.

With a gleam of the morning sun on his back.
His feathers most reflective over the cloud.
The white dove easly watches me over his neck.
While lifting of back on to the south.
eileen Oct 2017
I don't want to tell her not to go
But I don't wanna have to see her go

Your fingers gracely on my skin

sunflowers by my bed
Your scent on my pillows and head

Could I record your voice
To replay it

I'll hold you
Consume your love
And return it

Dance with you

Only if you were to love me too
Heather Butler Aug 2012
I could tell you, Near and Far, the same old thing;
Near, however, cannot stray
and Far is always too much away;
     but God in fury doth sleep the day,
       and to his mouth he holds the pray

               ;
His Far-to-Near-ness never says a thing;
Near, however, cannot stay
and Far is ever convinced away;
      but God in fury doth sweep the sway
       and to his mouth he keeps to play


So, carry on, ye Cherubim!
And let the Lyres of Heaven sing!
While Seraphim doth give to sway
those Pearly Gates of yesterday!
       and God in fury will find the way
        to hold your count of ne'er away


Forever! he sings, Forever and Now!
While Near and Far burn deep below;
the surface with its great bellows
with furnace in St. Helen's grace;

And God, in fury, will keep you here,
and have your counts from Far and Near
and hold the evils giv'n to sway
the gracely thoughts of how-today


**while never was a grace beheld
than that of Far and Near...
IDEK
Seema Oct 2017
Secrets buried in my heart
As my deep eyes tend to speak
Am an angel from the past
That everyone is trying to seek

Lost in this world of fools
Struggling to free my wings
Breaking all the divine rules
As my fears draws within

My wings freed but torn apart
I kneel to summon my powers
To revive me from the start
While dropping down from the towers

Magical stardust sprinkles on my wings
The moon at its peak full on beam
Rays of spectrum surrounds like rings
Pouring the magic like a flowless stream

New wings and a crown on my head
Sets a sparkle in this dark night
A joy of praise, I gracely send
As I am ready to take my new flight...

©sim
Spilling imagination :)
Pea May 2014
Daddy, you are the man who plays
destiny loudly though fails so badly.
That man doesn't improve at all, don't you agree?
But, daddy, no one hates a bad performer.
One just does not want to watch them any longer.

Daddy, destiny is
a game over.
And losing something is nothing
until it's you who keep it very dearly who soon become the one who makes it evaporated.
Daddy, daddy, destiny is
I fall apart and you might too,
or we both do.

Either way would hurt.
But I know which is the more hurtful way.
Either way may end the same.
But I know which is the prettier way. The way that is full of rainbows and clear waterfalls and lakes with bunch of lotuses.
I know how to fall apart more gracely, daddy, way more beautifully.

I know you have the chance to see it. You have what I don't.

And, daddy, do you know that love
doesn't exist,
never?
I know you do.
My Love My Master
In this helplessness and dejection I have no one to recall
But my Lord you are only one who can bring me solace
I have no escape surrounded but fromhigh  wall to wall
I can't find any one less you who  can take me pace to pace

You have gracely paved my way from every torture,pain
I have never been able to stive in my life but you took me
To my destination with all your mercy in all dazzling rain
I never deserved a drop of water but your guided me to sea

My Lord I have wonderful gift from you as soul to associate
Our One on one relation was the outcome with your kindness
I love you I praise you and bow my head in fron to narrate
You are my Master in love you always looked after me to bless

Col Muhammad khalid Khan

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