The darkness consumed me
as the tide grew high.
The darkness consumed me
playing away with my death.
But I STOPPED.
I stopped caring,
I stopped hoping.
And I stopped loving.
He knows.
He knows her.
He knows the girl who hides
Behind those four walls.
He knows the girl who fakes her smile
even on the days she wants to cry.
Every time I hear our song,
my heart aches for you.
I miss you every moment,
seems as though everything’s lost its beauty.
But every time I visit you,
I see the flowers that have aged with time.
And then I look away, letting the tears flow freely
It’s hard to hold back the feelings I tried to suppress.
Sometimes you have to let go, dear
The things which you thought brought you to life
were instead dragging you back down to hell.
-Z
I’d wanted to love you, I’d wanted to be with you
But, I couldn’t.
And you never asked why?
Sometimes you have to look harder,
everything isn’t what it seems on the cover.
When your ears are ringing,
And your heart is thumping
I hope you hear my voice
I hope you hear it loud.
I sang with you the song of joy,
I played with you on the clouds.
We lived and laughed
In our little dreamland.
But as we grew older,
Misunderstandings and distance
Ego and anger
Became a part of our system.
Why did you have to give me pain?
Why did it all go in vain?
It was just yesterday,
when you caught me staring.
It was just another day,
when we went on our first date.
These little moments,
made us smile.
Those little moments,
made us cry.
He has a young daughter,
so innocent and so naive.
Loves her endlessly,
but never does he express.
As the time passed the little girl
grew up and built up her walls.
For one event had changed
his boundless love for her.
He started questioning her,
and taunting her for her mistakes.
It broke her heart,
so she cried and cried.
Good evening everyone! Hope you all are having a great day. Today I have a question for you, “Who do you see when you look in the mirror?”
Do you see yourself or do you see someone you pretend to be? Do you see your present, reflect the past you lived or see the future you will have? Or are you afraid to look deep enough to see the demons you hide in your eyes because when I look at myself I smile. I smile looking at myself in the present. I smile at my demons, not afraid of their power but then I stop and see how I’ve changed since my childhood to my teenage years.
“You never realize the worth of something until you don’t lose it”
I wondered,
as I sat across her grave.
What is life, without death
What is love, without hatred
I wondered,
and wondered and wondered. Continue reading
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