#songc

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  • say_me_krish 83w

    I LOVE YOU

    ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 1:
    You were the muse of my poesies
    Did you feel them?
    Just one more line, and it's incessant,
    The rhyme schemes hold more air inside,
    did you breathe them, my love?

    ᴘʀᴇ-ᴄʜᴏʀᴜs 1:
    Wanna hear my name
    From those sweet mouths
    And then feel that
    It was all what my heart waited for
    Wanna hear my name
    Lemme set my playlists on repeat

    ᴄʜᴏʀᴜs 1:
    Wanna hear my name
    On mountains, and in the skies, in the skies oh,
    Wanna hear my name, in melodies,
    My love is yearning for some song today
    I love you, I love you,
    More than I love myself, I love you,
    So darling, say I love you

    ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 2:
    These days you got me feeling roses bloomin' in my soul
    It feels so good with a spring inside
    Sunshine is beaming in my home,
    Once darkened, now bright

    ᴘʀᴇ-ᴄʜᴏʀᴜs 2:
    Wanna hear my name (name, name, name)
    Flowing straight from your heart (heart, heart, heart)
    From narrow but elegant streams
    Of your love I wanna
    Hear my name, hear my name

    ᴄʜᴏʀᴜs 2:
    Wanna hear my name
    In echoes, and some bellows, those happy ones, ah,
    Wanna hear my name, in reality,
    I'm longing with desires my shadowee {soulmate}
    I love you, I love you,
    More than I love myself, And finally,
    You said me, I LOVE YOU


    ~S r i K r i s h n a  P  S | Oct 16, 2020.
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    My version of Alan Walker's FADED. It fits into the original tune :)
    Find other such songs in #mademylyric_s

    @writersbay Thank u (5) ❤️
    @_rainfrost_ (Welcome back ��)
    #skp_writes #songc #shadowc

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  • bhawna__ 86w

    I do not construct the writings.
    I am not a writer.
    I just talk to the place.
    Where I do not exist.
    And nobody can hear me.
    When I'm scribbling in the crowd.
    A crowd of strangers.
    Where I do not exist.
    I do not construct writings.
    I am not a writer.
    But I do write.
    Where I can write.
    Where I do not exist.
    A crowd of darkness.
    Where I am blind.
    Where I am deaf.
    Where I do not live.
    Where I do breathe.
    Where I do not exist.
    Where I talk to Nobody.
    But I do talk.
    Where I do not exist.
    @feel_bee

  • nivey14 86w

    #songc #pod #bts @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay As for fav : All BTS songs�� but I was just listening this so tried to write on it. Hope it make sense����....So sorry for late submission.
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    26 September 2020 12 pm

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    World just to be you call survival
    If loneliness would be a flower...
    Would it one that all full of thorns
    Some flowers are missing today
    I saw you stealing it in my garden
    Wish to stop them to vanish away
    Hold you picking the mild blue one
    But am afraid you would ran away
    I know I won't be able to face you
    Even I have no name to be called
    Putting on a mask here to see you
    But only to watch you just from far
    Cause I can't show you the real-self
    If only I had taken off the mask; but
    Am afraid you would leave me again.
    If only I got to give you your flower
    If only I could've stop you disappear.
    Would everything be the same today.?
    ����

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    ©nivey14

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    You know that I can't show you me,
    give you me.
    But I still want you.
    ~Bts (Truth Untold)

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 85w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork
    #pod #love #life #fear #belong #songc

    All written rights reserved
    3 Oct 2020. 6 pm

    Wrote this for my favorite no 1. Song " Anjali Anjali pushpanjali" ❤️ RIP SPB sir ��

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    My Love

    Oh my night jasmine 
    Born with the shine of thousand moons
    Oh my sunflower
    Born with the charm of the spring blossoms
    Oh my honey
    Born with the sweetness of delicious sugar
    Oh my princess
    Born with the glitter of countless starlight
    Oh my queen 
    Born with the beauty to seduce even Gods
    Thou art my love... The love of my life 
    Thou belong to the world of eternal spring
    Thou shall never know the depth of my love
    Fear not, for when my love breaks all barriers
    Thou shall be immortalized in my verses
    Thy beauty, thy grace, thy legacy live long

    •| I am my lover, My own love |•
    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • mathi_fk 86w

    Writersbay's challenge using lines
    'Music heals our soul'
    @mirakee #mirakeeans @writersbay #songc

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    It's an energy booster
    which will recharge,
    the one,
    will enthu,
    in sorrow as healing,
    .......,
    An trustable companion ever untill ear hears at the last stage of oneself.

    Should be thankful for the makers of tune,lyrics,singers.....,
    ©mathi_fk

  • thesunshineloves 86w

    #3 Farewell! Non aesthetic goddess!


    25:00 - Stick to the plan (stars)!

    Guided by norms of life, you reach the last bridge, that joins your grounds to the stars. If ever, you couldn't find that bridge, you'd apparently be stuck with the drunk world living in the dark, what would you do? The last time you get mercy in your hands and you don't know how to use it, what could anything be more horrible? Roads with streetlights can drive you safe, but without your own eyes to receive the light from streetlight, how could you drive?
    Your heart makes no nerves, still senses many things and decides over them. But your brain made fully of nerves and it's perception is lowered due to artificial harmone, more likely it's kind of a drug. Your paths to the stars at the 25th hour can only show that you've wasted your time in every stupid thing and now regretting about it.


    25:01 - Clouds floating on the sea

    When rain doesn't understand, that tears welled up to be gone in the disguise of raindrops,
    /Under the flower petals raining down,
    I run, so lost in this maze./
    WISHING TO BLOOM AGAIN IN THE DESERTS,
    MY HEART FROZE.
    Ink swiftly moves towards the torn pieces of papers, not a single word has been together
    / The curtain falls and I’m out of breath,
    I get mixed feelings as I breathe out.
    Did I make any mistakes today/
    Will the sun rise again, or the dark world shall continue to exist? Little did I know, that the world exists only if light exists. Thoughts are the worst kind of evil that are born, that exist and that rule our brain. They are like clouds floating on the sea, ready to disappear when the time comes, but leave the fantasy



    25:02 - Phantom of depression

    /I try to hide it, but I can’t
    When the heat of the show cools down
    I leave the empty seats behind/
    They say, life is drama, where world serves as stage. I hide from the spotlights fearing failure. But I know very well, that I can't win if I don't perform in the first place.
    Can you love yourself a bit more, so that give yourself some strength to perform and win. No one in the world, except your parents can give you strength..... Fight for them..... Fight with the phantom of depression for them. They've been fighting with the world, for you, even before your existence. Now, doesn't your existence need to be of any use?


    25:03 - Hope banned from earth

    / While standing on this empty stage,
    I become afraid of this unpleasant emptiness./
    Nothing like fear has dominion over our heart. Sanity drains out from the body in the form of sweat. Still, somewhere like a mirage, hope is dancing in my dreams. Again, will my shadow accompany me? Can I come out from this darkness, to lights? Yes. Until I walk to find the sunshine, I can hope to find lights. My procrastination can lead me to the worst scenarios, which I can never at least think of.


    25:04 - Life accused for bringing opportunities in disguised.

    /As today’s me, I want eternity
    Forever, I want to be young/
    Again, if the rain can water my soul and the sunshine can nourish my heart, I can try my best again. For I'm sure, we all accuse life for bringing opportunities in disguise, but the real problem lies within our insight which doesn't let us understand what's true and what's not. Again, I will wish an eternity, not to grow or live long, instead, for being young. While I am young, I can dream well, without at least thinking of opportunities.

    So, I can create my own paths, lead myself,
    love myself, stand-up for myself,
    guide myself, speak for myself,
    find my own happiness that lies within me.

    ©thesunshineloves


    Ps : the lines in the strokes are lyrics from
    "YOUNG FOREVER" of BTS.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #songc

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  • renukadeshpande_ 86w

    Anchor

    And I hear your ship is comin' in
    Your tears a sea for me to swim
    And I hear a storm is comin' in
    My dear, is it all we've ever been?

    Anchor up to me, love.

    By Navo Amor

    A beautifully curated song which never fails to hit right in the feels.




    #songc @writersbay @writersnetwork

    Thanks for inspiring @duendediarist.

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  • ashamurali 86w

    @writersbay challenge on using the lines of a song.
    The year was 1985 and an iconic song was released. "We are the world, we are the children " written by legends Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie. Several well known singers too participated. It had record sales.
    Even after 35 years of this song, it is still as relevant.
    I have taken the first two lines and made up my own song.

    TIME TO SAVE THE WORLD!

    We are the world,
    We are the children,
    We can make a difference,
    By shedding the ignorance.

    Resources are limited,
    It's not going to last,
    Stop plundering nature,
    Saving her is our endeavour!

    Nature is not ours alone,
    We share it with others,
    Are oceans only for dumping?
    Oh! Give place to other beings!

    Bush fires raging high,
    Earthquakes that horrify,
    Volcanoes and raging floods,
    This is more than what we can afford!

    Now the deadly virus,
    That has completely arrested us,
    We are confined to our homes
    Dont you want to freely roam?

    Wake up before it's too late ,
    Let's undo the damage,
    We are the children,
    It's now time to take action.
    -Asha Murali

    #songc #daadigotyourback #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #wearetheworld

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    We are the world
    We are the children
    We can make a difference
    If we shed the ignorance
    ©ashamurali

  • eurusgrey 86w

    "Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
    I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you."
    These lines are taken from the song "The Lakes" by Taylor Swift.

    I tried, but it turned out a little lame.

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    I had a dream that December night,
    couldn't find words to rhyme my pain,
    you put your arms around me; said it'll be alright,
    was it your touch or your eyes,
    maybe both, I knew I could trust all your lies.


    //Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
    I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you
    Let's take off and run away, together we'll fly
    soar the broken skyline, filling your eyes; ivory blue.//


    I stumbled on a pebble, scratched my heart
    and there lay my muse; broken like my mom's lullaby,
    they added salt to my injuries; named it art,
    you picked it up and stitched it back,
    filled the voids with your scars; a thread of lilac.


    //Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
    I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you
    Beneath the stars we'll hold hands and cry,
    I'm a parched rose, you feel like the soft dew.//


    So darling, will you, for me, smile?
    The ones surrounding me
    are vicious and vile,
    a tint of summer in your freckles;
    melts the numbness in mine
    Autumn in your laugh;
    calms my mind, dulls my scars,
    Winter in your soul;
    fades away my demons,
    you've got the whole galaxy in your fist,
    so as we kiss, will you unleash it?


    //Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
    I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you
    Let's run away together, leave the cruel world behind, it's time to say goodbye
    and fade away, amidst the lonely hues.//
    ©eurus

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    pc: pinterest

    #songc #writersbay #mirakee #writersnetwork
    #galaxies @writersnetwork

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    //You've got the whole galaxy in your fist,
    so as we kiss, will you unleash it?//
    ©eurus

  • anshika_winks 86w

    Don't love me so much
    I might drown in it...
    I might forget
    Coming back to shore...

    I had been in love... Yes!!
    Love has always been a place for me...
    Where I forget my wounds and scars...
    Where I get down in at my comforts...
    I don't have to act to swim
    I glide naturally just like the mermaid who has been set free from her binds...
    And yes I had been in love with those comforts only!

    Thank you @writersbay for this lovely prompt #songc
    This is my favourite song ❣️

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    Itni mohabat karona
    Main dub naa jao Kahi...
    Vapis kinare pe aana
    Main bhul naa jao Kahi...

  • the_speccy_outsider 86w

    There was a tinge of sadness in her voice, when she spoke to me. I still, unable to fathom the fact, that Miss Joan Crawford was sitting right in front of me had my questions ready. But once she started to express everything that was in her heart, I let go and stared at her. Her intoxicating eyes and mellifluous voice stunned me as she spoke about her life as a Hollywood legend, a mother, and ofcourse, as Joan Crawford!


    I was always a misfit! My mother hated me and hence sent me to a boarding school. The nuns were brutal there, but taught me a vital thing, that was discipline. I endured a lot, keeping my calm. Never shed a tear even during the harshest of punishment. Nonetheless, the nuns at my school made me strong, like goddess Athena, known for her valour, warfare and wisdom.

    But you know whenever I had to do an emotional scene in a movie, I remembered the time in that attic where I was kept for misbehaving. And all those emotions would come rushing back. It's sad though, I know.

    I lost my virginity when I was a child. It was my stepfather. We weren't related by blood so it wasn't incest, and also that was the only proximity I'd ever experienced. I loved it, and he loved me. That wasn't sad at all.

    Then I got into showbiz and my life took a complete turn. Wasn't easy, as one time it'd feel a kiss of zephyr and smell of petrichor but soon a hurricane would disrupt it all. The moppet that I'd been was dead and now there was this fire in me. I was the top star at MGM since I outlasted Garbo and Shearer. My pictures did robust business. It was as if all the fragments had fit into their respective places.

    But then there came a saturation point where I was on my lowest phase. Four failed marriages, and I befriend alcohol. It seemed as some of the stars in the sky had dimmed since an array of new ones started to shine. The title song of my film Autumn Leaves implied so much to this situation.

    //Since you went away the days grow long
    And soon I'll hear old winter's song
    But I miss you most of all my darling
    When autumn leaves start to fall//

    My leaves were falling. You know the industry is nothing but misogynistic. When Men age they get character and when Women age they get lost. And that thought prevailed during my time. But I want to confess something here, I did whatever I had to for my career. I became Joan Crawford from Lucille LeSueur. I compromised my duty as a mother making my daughter think I was a monster. I slept with those studio heads, directors and actors because that was the only way to get a role. No one has the right to judge me for it. I hope this changes though. And artists are selected based on talent whilst not denigrating those who are misfits.

    Maybe the world will remember me for being a promiscuous lady or an average actor or maybe the plethora of frivolous things those Gossip Columnists wrote about me. But none can deny the fact that I was the most beautiful actress Hollywood had ever known. Even more than Monroe. That's for sure.

    I had always known what I wanted, and that was beauty, in every form- Joan Crawford.

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #ffossil #sadness #songc #petrichorc #pskyc #hurricanec #greekc #aesthetec2 #atticc #misfitc #daadigotyourback

    An ode to one of my favourite actress, Joan Crawford. Here I presented it as a fantasy sequence. I still wish it becomes a reality though.

    For posts on similar theme, check out #ScreenLegends

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    Joan Crawford

  • _mathematics 86w

    Hey you, remember me?
    We first met on 25th Street.
    It was a really impressive moment,
    sharing the best days of my life
    with the one, I wanted as my mate
    You know, I love you infinite but
    If this is the last time, please come close
    Hold me tight and don't let me go
    Cause I still miss you and
    wonder, the night I caught
    you up in my arms and said
    loud, you are essential to my soul
    Will you accompany me for the way along
    heading to life, I often thought
    but went silent when love
    turned one-sided sudden of all.

    Hey Mom, still mad?
    I know you will forgive me for that
    As I know you too feel
    for your child whenever they scream
    Your Love is med to the flaws I have
    I will make sure to earn the dream
    you always had for me
    Then one day they will say,
    you are the mother of a proud child
    we saw on Television, Yesterday but
    If this is the last time, please come close
    Wrap me under your blanket woven
    with love and adore.
    Cause You are the best
    we ever could have.

    Hey Dad, Hope you fine?
    I really wanna spent those
    days we used to spend prior times.
    Helped me in solving the equation
    I used to complete inferring insomnia night.
    You are the cheers to my games
    applauding me even If I fail
    helping me when mom scolding bad
    and best in the world, Dad but
    if this is the last time, please come close
    lock me inside the room of yours
    to stop me from going far
    Cause you are the moon to my star.

    #songc @writersbay #writersnetwork
    #mirakee #pod

    "If this is the last time" song by Lany
    Is this is the last time, Please come close - line credit goes to Lany

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    If this is the last time, Please come close.
    ©silly_lad

  • bclark2681 86w

    *Credit for "My smile was taken long ago" & "If I can change I hope I never know" goes to Slipknot/Corey Taylor.
    *Snuff by Slipknot is by far my favorite song in the entire world. Its soft, its hard, great word use, everything. Listen to this song, doesn't disappoint.
    *Credit for picture goes to original owner
    *Choleric: easily moved to often unreasonable or excessive anger : hot-tempered; angry, irrate
    #songc
    #pod #MirakeeNetwork #writersnetwork #writersbureau #mirakee #mirakeeworld #thewriterstribe #writerstolli #poetry #writersbay

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    Not Always Choleric

    Living beings assume I'm choleric
    Due to the lack of grin upon my face
    To assume makes an ass of u and me,
    They dont understand bliss was replaced
    My explanation for those who ridicule
    My smile was taken long ago
    By my worldly disgust and depression
    If I can change I hope I never know
    ©bclark2681

  • veloc1ty_ 86w

    #songc
    @mirakee
    @writersbay
    @writersnetwork

    The song we re-wrote: Treacherous by Taylor Swift.
    Song was suggested by @_rainfrost_ ❤❤

    The chorus in the // is by @eurus
    The bridge in the ~ is by @zohiii
    and the verse is mine.

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    Chorus 1:
    //Put your lips close to mine as long as they don't touch
    You've got me hypnotized, It's like I can't get enough
    I still remember that day, you looked into my eyes
    I know I should've walked away, I was chained by your lies//

    Verse 1:
    reckless, we were reckless
    driving each other wild
    through the forests and trenches
    we were like best friends
    always in each other's shade
    we'd laugh, we'd smile, we'd cry
    but now we're on different ways
    i miss your shine
    i miss your light
    i miss the old days
    i miss your face
    i miss the sweet taste
    that lingered on your lips
    the love shaped bracelet
    i gifted on your birthday
    is missing one of our pictures
    my room is full of silence
    and my heart is in pieces
    my bed is missing its light
    and the darkness is increasing
    i need you to pull me out
    and iron out the creases
    i need you back by my side
    my love, where you went missing?

    Bridge 1:
    ~like a stranger in a crowd,
    you disappeared right away,
    your voice still echoes aloud,
    and my lips have turned grey
    I'm tired of hoping for you,
    shedding tears, blinking eyes,
    why weren't you ever true,
    All I kissed were your lies.~

    Chorus 2:
    //Put your lips close to mine as long as they don't touch
    This time I'll be fine maybe for me, you're too much
    I don't remember anymore how it felt when you said my name
    And so I walked away cause it didn't feel the same.//

  • zohiii 86w

    Ah, it blushes bright
    upon your smiling face,
    Over are the bleak nights,
    and bitter days,
    Wear your pink polka-dot
    summer dress,
    And tuck a white flower
    in your hairy mess.

    Little darling, it's been
    a long cold lonely winter,
    Run barefoot,
    leaving your sandals behind,
    Little darling, it feels like
    years since it's been here,
    As you glare in its flare,
    does it still shine?

    Ah, sun's maiden, giggle,
    like a may mizzle,
    It's a June noon,
    hushed is the hustle-bustle,
    Isn't your feet dancing
    to the summer silence,
    Gaze your heart out with
    these shades of yellow-lens!

    Ice-cream drips on your
    dark December scars,
    And nights are brimming
    with twinkling stars,
    Still when you're tired
    sit by the temple pillars,
    Little darling, where will
    you be in the winters?

    ©zohiii
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    "Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
    Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here."
    — The Beatles, Here Comes The Sun.

    #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork
    @mirakee @writersnetwork #ceesreposts
    #songc #writersbay

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    ɪᴛ's ʜᴇʀᴇ,
    ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ!

  • asphodel_ 86w

    "Oh you lass! give my fork back". these words from my brother didn't shook me at all rather they tangled the running feet to wink at that only moment. Being pessimistic all these 18 years somewhere reaved the moments of joy. The undue importance to failure and gloom made them introspect my own will. Looking back to those fuming days fill in, a dense feeling of rue. Time flied so soon and I'm still gambling on the red brook which dried up years ago.

    Faint purple tinge in the atmosphere of the living room recurved my attention to him again. The boy was standing with a knife in his hand, and his eyes showed the fire of assassinating her motherly sister. "Give my fork back", again he screamed with his childish voice hampering my visions. NO, lapsed his expressions and on the count of zero Tom and Jerry show started grabbing attention of the spectators. Maybe it was after decades, I relived the child inside me.

    In the hustle and bustle of race of life, we forget to live. Mourning over small things became an instinct of our life. Grief of not performing well in academics, lament over the lost pet, worries of the negativity around, depressing nature due to failed love, these all things start defining our breath. What about those memories when you were happy? Maybe we became so indulged in recollecting the past which can never be changed, and thus forgot that we had a present and a future too.

    Perhaps the giggle on my face is cherishing those dusty lanes which I walked once. Where I danced even on the minimal lyrics without astonishing with uncanny rhythm. Life itself turned out to be a song with unique diversity. Motivation , Romance , Mythology, Fun, Thriller, adventure everthing is blended together to create a mashup song of life.

    What if today I decide to close the door of the darkness bubbling in my life? I'll heal someday then why not today. The enchanting lives near me and the brightness every passing second holds, counts me to muffle the bold.

    Thud of door, caught hold on my attention and this time I decided to continue the rebel cause I was enjoying those memories of failed retrospection.



    P.S just bcz I fought for a bite of yippee ��

    Pps. A special tag for Miss @saya__
    Apun ka chocolate Kidhar h ��

    #songc

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  • writersbay 86w

    Today is world travel day.

    Here's a picture prompt. #picturec

    Note : Just an admiration note.
    #songc had one of the best collection of write ups from you amazing writers. All of your writeups were enthralling and mind blowing. Beautiful and brilliant. Creative mirakeeans! Keep inking.

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  • _debarchona_ 86w

    Cause' I've always been told,
    That things will unfold
    If you keep on waiting.
    But then you came along,
    And proved me all wrong,
    I was so mistaken.

    She saw his face turning red in the twilight. She kept on gaping at him, until he turned his hazel eyes towards her, and she snaffled her eyes from him.While he swayed his eyes towards her, she gazed at the sky so virulent and azure. They were sitting beside each other, but felt close enough to feel the strength of their muddled bond.

    He was still wearing that cyan T-shirt, which she gifted him on his sixteenth birthday. He was sweating all over, but that made her feel more consolable. His forehead covered with sweat, seemed elegant upon him. While the nerves in his hands, made her feel much more stronger.

    The soft drizzles dissolved from the cerulean sky, soon turned to be a torrential rain and they both ran towards the musty corridor. Both completely drenched in the rain gazed at each other, shared a smile and stared at the cloudy sky. They shared the same vibes but had different wits.

    He stared at her again for a while and embraced her blemished self in his arms. She felt strong, stronger than ever. The proximity of their bond, might have had some deformities, but it was only them who could listen to each others' incised minds. The bleakness in their flawed fights, never really made them feel unattended.

    Nor did they realize that the torrential rain diminished to a drizzle and their hug broke. They ambled together till the corridor, and their ways to their apartments parted. But their ardour for each other's felicidy never really degraded.....
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    They still long for each other's beatitude and indemnity.
    'Cause they never really parted ways from eached other's flawed hearts
    #songc #mirakee #pod @writersbay

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    'Cause you glue all the pieces back together,
    You take all my wrongs and make 'em better.
    --- From the song 'Sweet Baby'

  • pepper_16 86w

    Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire
    Yeah, I'll let you set the pace
    'Cause I'm not thinking straight
    My head spinning around, I can't see clear no more
    What are you waiting for?

    ADDING SOME MORE LYRICS TO MY FAVOURITE!❤️ #mirakee @songlines #writerstolli #writersnetwork #songc #writersbay

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    "Lemme see, Through the que,
    Of the darkest city lights
    Your shadow, within me, is a craving I've gotta right."

    Only you can set....

  • unloved_poetries 97w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee #songc @writersnetwork
    This was inspired by Blowing in the wind by Bob Dylan

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    How many dandelions can you catch
    When thousands of them scatter away
    Together in the wild wind
    And your palms are too little?

    How many raindrops can you collect
    When they slip through your fingers
    And flow away through every crevices
    They can find a way to escape within?

    How many days can you hold on
    When the world's a little too mean
    And you aren't one of those
    Who let others down only to win?

    How many smiles can you afford
    When you aren't happy inside
    But need to go on, on the outside?

    How many lies can you repeat
    Until you break someday
    And spill all the guilt?

    How many reasons can you find to stay
    Before you know its the time to leave?
    How many promises need to be broken
    Before you know they aren't worth it?
    How many days do you need to be sad
    Before you know pain no longer bleeds
    But kills your happiness instead?

    Aren't we all full of flaws?
    Finding answers a little too late
    And then writing poems and stories
    On loss, love, betrayal and heartbreaks?
    ©unloved_poetries