If all we were, was just a tragedy of fate,
then I wish this opera of misery lasted a little longer;
For in that melancholic melody,
I found my rhythm of life.
#Atuneofbrokenhearts
then I wish this opera of misery lasted a little longer;
For in that melancholic melody,
I found my rhythm of life.
#Atuneofbrokenhearts
And I wonder,
If I told you,
all that's left of me
is just 'debris of a fallen castle',
Would you still embrace the fallen pieces?
#pillowthoughts #OC
If I told you,
all that's left of me
is just 'debris of a fallen castle',
Would you still embrace the fallen pieces?
#pillowthoughts #OC
It's ironic, every bit of this story;
You deprived me of my humanity,
filled me with your viciousness,
yet when I'm the one standing above,
ready to trample, you expect forgiveness,
and brand me a monster for not granting it.
For not being kind and benevolent enough.
Then I ask of you,
If every human is worthy of forgiveness,
of benevolence,
then how was I unworthy,
despite never being a sinner?
#OC
You deprived me of my humanity,
filled me with your viciousness,
yet when I'm the one standing above,
ready to trample, you expect forgiveness,
and brand me a monster for not granting it.
For not being kind and benevolent enough.
Then I ask of you,
If every human is worthy of forgiveness,
of benevolence,
then how was I unworthy,
despite never being a sinner?
#OC
The rivers raging,
mirroring my inner turmoil,
And the wind sighing,
carried in its breath my pain.
#scribble
mirroring my inner turmoil,
And the wind sighing,
carried in its breath my pain.
#scribble
What worth is holding on
to pages that have already been burned;
even if you engrave these stories on stone,
It will still slip through and fade away,
In this hourglass of time.
#HID
to pages that have already been burned;
even if you engrave these stories on stone,
It will still slip through and fade away,
In this hourglass of time.
#HID
At the end of the day,
promises we made
turned to mere words
that held no worth;
and the closure we seeked
left us alone, to bleed and grieve
in our own bottomless swamp.
#Atuneofbrokenhearts
promises we made
turned to mere words
that held no worth;
and the closure we seeked
left us alone, to bleed and grieve
in our own bottomless swamp.
#Atuneofbrokenhearts
With all the faith left in me,
On a thousand paper cranes,
I wished;
For you to be the moon,
In this starless sea of mine.
#love
On a thousand paper cranes,
I wished;
For you to be the moon,
In this starless sea of mine.
#love
Even if you burn this house down
the skeletons of what once was
will still haunt you;
If you leave the words unsaid,
for you do not wish to confront them,
they will still choke in your throat,
and suffocate your thoughts.
The memories you left on the shelf,
closed in jar,
will still shatter the dreams
you once had.
No matter how far you run...
The illusion of the paradise you once wished for
Will still tear apart
the pieces of haven you are left with.
___
So spill them,
and live,
before it's too late;
leaving you with naught but despair.
#OC
the skeletons of what once was
will still haunt you;
If you leave the words unsaid,
for you do not wish to confront them,
they will still choke in your throat,
and suffocate your thoughts.
The memories you left on the shelf,
closed in jar,
will still shatter the dreams
you once had.
No matter how far you run...
The illusion of the paradise you once wished for
Will still tear apart
the pieces of haven you are left with.
___
So spill them,
and live,
before it's too late;
leaving you with naught but despair.
#OC
I have fallen from grace,
abhorred by my own kind,
caged in my own spells;
Be that as it may,
I still wish for thy happiness,
for I, never learned to curse.
#HID
abhorred by my own kind,
caged in my own spells;
Be that as it may,
I still wish for thy happiness,
for I, never learned to curse.
#HID
I hope to lie in your arms,
gazing at the quite sunset,
when the reaper comes
to claim my soul.
#scribble
gazing at the quite sunset,
when the reaper comes
to claim my soul.
#scribble
As days went by,
words we spoke with love
turned to venom,
Hands that felt like summer
became icy thorns to touch,
Smiles that carried spring
became lips that never wavered.
The silence became so loud,
It engulfed the laughter in the halls.
Leaving the pages burnt
and hearts cold.
Winter came,
and never left us ever after.
#OC #Atuneofbrokenhearts
words we spoke with love
turned to venom,
Hands that felt like summer
became icy thorns to touch,
Smiles that carried spring
became lips that never wavered.
The silence became so loud,
It engulfed the laughter in the halls.
Leaving the pages burnt
and hearts cold.
Winter came,
and never left us ever after.
#OC #Atuneofbrokenhearts
Through the cracked and shattered mirror,
I see fragments of my fragmented mind.
My thoughts, like twisted vines,
Tangle and strangle my sense of self.
My spirit feels fractured,
Splintered into a thousand pieces,
Lost in a labyrinth of darkness.
Standings at the edge of this ambiguity,
I have no one to blame, but myself.
My own gullible self
for being the perfect marionette,
entangled in the threads of fate
In this play of pride and prejudice.
#random
I see fragments of my fragmented mind.
My thoughts, like twisted vines,
Tangle and strangle my sense of self.
My spirit feels fractured,
Splintered into a thousand pieces,
Lost in a labyrinth of darkness.
Standings at the edge of this ambiguity,
I have no one to blame, but myself.
My own gullible self
for being the perfect marionette,
entangled in the threads of fate
In this play of pride and prejudice.
#random
Write me a story,
I beg of you;
One, where my tears have value,
and my voice is heard,
Where my feet aren't tired
walking among the dead.
#scribble
I beg of you;
One, where my tears have value,
and my voice is heard,
Where my feet aren't tired
walking among the dead.
#scribble
She drowned in the ocean of my sorrows,
I got lost in the void of her heart;
She found her tears,
I could finally breathe.
#scribble
I got lost in the void of her heart;
She found her tears,
I could finally breathe.
#scribble
This vast, endless sky
is a reminder to my heart,
that my own haven,
was far too small
to keep you caged.
I let go of you,
not out of the kindness in my heart,
but the fear that if I keep you trapped
in these arms of mine, I would be no different than those I saved you from;
Once you loathe and curse.
So I hope you find your freedom,
and never look back;
I'm afraid I would become greedy
If you ever came back to me.
#OC
is a reminder to my heart,
that my own haven,
was far too small
to keep you caged.
I let go of you,
not out of the kindness in my heart,
but the fear that if I keep you trapped
in these arms of mine, I would be no different than those I saved you from;
Once you loathe and curse.
So I hope you find your freedom,
and never look back;
I'm afraid I would become greedy
If you ever came back to me.
#OC
And if I beg for forgiveness now,
Confess to my sins and my desires,
Would you come back to me,
back in my arms?
Or have the words already lost their worth
to your now frozen heart?
#scribble
Confess to my sins and my desires,
Would you come back to me,
back in my arms?
Or have the words already lost their worth
to your now frozen heart?
#scribble
Hearts have been broken,
tears have been shed,
Yet we seek for each other,
Wandering aimlessly
till the end of the moon.
#scribble
tears have been shed,
Yet we seek for each other,
Wandering aimlessly
till the end of the moon.
#scribble