Poetry Blogs (broken dreams)
To learn everyday was what taught to me,
Sinking in an ocean, moving steadily;
It was the ocean of knowledge and believes,
Suddenly the world changed, and power came to cease.
'Look at him, look at her', comparing to the whole world,
Trying my very best, to win in every word.
Becoming a good son, a dear brother and good friend,
But that 'I', was lost in the end.
I became what you want,...
Friday 10th July 2020 3:05 pm
Every notification I wish it to be yours
They are supposed to be are they not?
For you make me feel what I want so desperately
Then, why do you lie and make me uselessly dream?
I believe you told me "let's continue being weird"
But a stranger is what you have become
You pop up in my mind without any alarms
But the feeling has me all fuzzy and warm.
Giddy in spirit, I'll tell you why
Friday 8th May 2020 8:23 am
Dying for your touch
The music saddens her heart, her eyes well tears of sorrow
that leave indelible tracks upon her cheeks so pure
Her red lips tremble, as her body quivers.
Last night, last night she dreamed once more
About that man upon that distant shore
Never again will she feel his tender embrace
Or the warmth of his breath as he kisses her face
Sunday 5th January 2020 11:35 pm
I took my notebook out,
just to write a song,
but then I saw you,
and now there's nothing I can do.
After all this time,
in this notebook of mine,
I found your words,
forgotten by time.
Our lives are a mess,
but we're doing fine.
Two months have gone by,
without you near by,
my life is a mess,
yet I'm alright.
Hold on tight to these,
hopeless, broken dreams,
I've never give...
Tuesday 14th May 2019 12:38 am
I would stand infront of your door,
at night, letting the soaring rain pour.
I would call your name over and over again,
until you open your eyes and remember the dreams we had.
I would whisper sweet things to you,
that's exactly what I used to do.
I would make you feel beautiful,
do you remember how I used to prove it to you?
I would come back home with flowers in my hand,
God I woul...
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 12:28 am
In the wicked game we played;
The distorted rules we make,
The empty words we say,
And the goodbyes in the end of May;
The lies of February's promise;
And the man I want to love.
Cruel honesty that got us in the beginning, and the only thing that's left for us in the end.
By June, a threat of winter's cold;
It wasn't even close to turn our hearts to stone
A teared hear...
Monday 11th September 2017 4:25 pm
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