If only your heart hadn't been broken
If only nobody had crashed you at once
would you still have stayed the same?
or was it your excuse to change your ways?
Were I to choose between your pain
and your kind soul
I'd make a wish to take it all away
that unfair past of yours
I'd put you in a crystal palace
where nobody would be able
neither see nor touch
your beautiful thoughts
your fierce wounds
Take time, heal your tears
a prince will come
surely,not an English one
since it's already past time
So here I am
I'll grant a wish
anything that'd make that smile
appear again
Only for that smile of yours
i'd make real,everything your heart
wished came true
A piece of my thoughts and a piece of sadness combined are the major elements of my blog. Thoughts, fears, and struggles all in here.
Saturday, December 29
For That Smile Of Yours
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for that smile of yours,
grant your wish,
poem
Wednesday, December 12
Dear Death
Black leaves fall in my head
but i ain't feeling, any of them
cold and fierce is my grief
for the long last life of mine
Come in with your scythe
take my soul back to the dead
put me down, time to sleep
no time to waste on Earth
A man with black hood
dark red eyes surround me
as if you were trying
for the very first time
to see the meaning of my essence
Dear Death, would mind coming early?
people ask me of christmas,
of happiness and misery
as if i know the difference
in my twisted dark thoughts
Wind full of emotion
awakes my dreams
leaving the velvet of death
hanging by threads
but i ain't feeling, any of them
cold and fierce is my grief
for the long last life of mine
Come in with your scythe
take my soul back to the dead
put me down, time to sleep
no time to waste on Earth
A man with black hood
dark red eyes surround me
as if you were trying
for the very first time
to see the meaning of my essence
Dear Death, would mind coming early?
people ask me of christmas,
of happiness and misery
as if i know the difference
in my twisted dark thoughts
Wind full of emotion
awakes my dreams
leaving the velvet of death
hanging by threads
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dear death poem
"My brother was fine"
Were you to make a mistake, what would that be?
Teasing a girl about her long gone brother or be left in ignorance of your actions?
What's more tempting? Less hurting?
Teasing a girl about her long gone brother or be left in ignorance of your actions?
Ignorance might be a blish or a thorn rooted in your freedom. |
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ignorance,
my brother was fine
Wednesday, November 14
Tonight I'm An Octopus.
I just feel insecure, unstable...Suddenly everything in my life seems to be going on by, in front of my and I can't do anything about it, just play the lead role of my life. That's sounds pretty strange i suppose.
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