I thought I’m done loving lost boys until you sneaked into my window that night, asking for my hand. But I know boys like you so well, I’ve fallen for the same pair of lies before. You’d sprinkle some sparkly, glittery duston meto makeContinue reading “Never land(poetry)”
You ask me to wear my scars like my fine lover’s name a tattoo on my pulse but don’t you oh don’t you know he owns the knife a pen to write death on my corrupted soul Don’t you oh don’t you know not all scars are meant to be wornContinue reading “Tatto (poetry)”
I am still lost in the last ruins of this version you built. I am still walking around, wandering, with no sense of direction at all. And the rain pours damn hard in that corner where we first met, but in the comfort of crumbling remains, I stayed, lying there like a crumpled pieceContinue reading “Lost city(poetry)”
The heart reaches out to grab apen and write down everything it cannot say, for the lips cannot afford to let words escape and make all else fail So hey, This is everything I didn’t say.
life goes on as time passes by I’ve resigned to answer with only a sigh as i live in this beautiful lie i’ve finally found life waving me goodbye
my mind is corrupted so keep those smiles of yours to only yourself otherwise, i’ll want even more my mind is plagued so never let these hands of mine touch yours once again otherwise, i wouldn’t be able to draw the line •••• you have become my fixation… my obsession… my infatuation… and everything elseContinue reading “Rain drops (obsession)”
Caring scathing saturn rings when you first met me in irem’s garden,i know you had your thoughts about me but they were left unspoken,and if all of heaven knew disappointment, it was in that momentand i don’t know what your forbidding voice did that it got me hoping, it got me hoping,to meet your dragonsContinue reading “scathing saturn rings (poetry)”
mypoemattice very story narrated in it’s archaic is from a worn out book-shelf of a rustic, old and vintage library. this is the place where my mind keeps all of it’s fantasies from centuries through out time; of an exiled child, the tragedy of losing layla, the yearning for being loved by celestia, meeting someoneContinue reading “▶ windermere library (poetry)”