Here's my heart, reformed in a rose... Hope you keep it love✨ Betrayed the devil's to pluck it for you... It won't die, until I have you .. They grew it with a piece of my soul, And now you are a part of it
Its just like that darkest cloud, After most living sunshine. I miss all the moments we had a second ago, Wanna play again, Without the judgements, without the flaws, I was laughing so hard, But that felt like just a second, Wanna stay there, Wanna stop the time, That laughter took me out, From the bottom of grief, From the course of darkness, Never wanted to say that goodbye,. Never wanted to see you go, I wish I couldn't pay my peace, For this joy, I fell in love with your soul, But now I hate mine, Don't know why but when you left, I felt that a child cried, For you to come back, Stay a lil more, Laugh a bit more.. Apart from my highly disciplined side, Yeah I felt a heartache.. When you said, see ya later.
My colors reside in his eyes, Those shades of vibrance, Take me to my soft place, But he's colder than frozen ice, That reminds me to stay rigid, at the same time ... I wish I could look in those eyes, Where autumn and winter fight with each other, And that deepens a bond which was born from us, And kiss your forehead, And my nose play with yours..
Just don't ask me why I'm lost, I'm just, in the thoughts of something, Anonymously special..., Here's my haiku
She looked a little sad in that dress. In that dying summer. It's like she loves me for the last time. Art died in the paintings in which she fastens her bra. My skeleton is rotten. Collor. Column. Corona. Under infrared rays, the Moon is plump, airy and accurate in its appearance at celestial parties.
We have started to unknowning each other. But flashes and dreams come by habit. We have joy and fun in that past life. The cobweb grabbed the door which was closed in one direction. After she left, my palms plowed more than when I started my circle. Circles. Plows. Pillows. Under infrared rays, the night is dark, and poetry stalks me on this celestial party.
Just me and the mirror. Show must go on. I'm just an artist in circus. What's wrong with circuses? - At least I can walk on the wire and stumble ... and fall ... and... It'll be part of my show, the kids will laugh. Everyone laughs in the circus. - I'm crying. Circus. Citrus. Cycles. Under infrared rays, this town is empty place, and stray dogs bark to their celestial bones.
The motive is the same for kill and locking the door since you left. Five years later there was a parade of charged gay particles in the city. I paraded among the bookshelves. The letters shone under the lamp, words fell from the sky, sky created us, we created books, books created shelves. And the circle closes there. Round. Scream. Click. Under infrared rays, your face haunting me in the mirror, and our roles dancing on this celestial show.
But I still laugh. It was Sunday. I was at the cemetery. And it wasn't black as I imagined. I was happy to feel sad. I fastens her bra in letters on the paper. I was standing on the moon trying to touch the sky... - Don't let someone... - Don't let anyone. Artist. Atheist. Arthritis. Under infrared rays, the moon is plump, we are just a stain of wine, in this celestial life but i'm yours and you are mine.
I don't want to write about love. I try so hard not to think about love.. Or anything related to it.. But I guess I should have realised by now that love is something you just can't stop.. It's something you just can't get out of yourself.. If not that many heartbreaks would have made you hate the word love.. But no.. You don't.. You still watch those hopeless romantic movies.. Like they are real.. And you wish that the characters don't get their hearts broken.. You still cry like an idiot seeing some characters of some movies getting their hearts broken. As if it were you in their place.. Love is something you'll Always be attracted to.. You may think you are not made for these stuffs.. But you're. Their is a part of you hidden inside hoping that someone ,someday will finally love you back.. It's just that you're too scared to try getting loved back.. Because loving takes a lot.. Loving anyone takes a lot. Doesn't matter if you love a sports team.. You'll be heartbroken.. No matter who you love. You'll get your heart broken.
And you'll try and find reasons to hate love.. But you won't have any.. You never regret the things you did for love..