Maybe I truly am,
just an anecdote in everyone's story.
Just a short amusing part,
to be remembered and forgotten,
to be used and then thrown away.
It's all the same.
#random
just an anecdote in everyone's story.
Just a short amusing part,
to be remembered and forgotten,
to be used and then thrown away.
It's all the same.
#random
I gave you my shoulder
to cry on;
not to bear,
the weight of your coffin.
Where shall I bury,
this grieving heart of mine?
#Atuneofbrokenhearts
to cry on;
not to bear,
the weight of your coffin.
Where shall I bury,
this grieving heart of mine?
#Atuneofbrokenhearts
You have taken so much of me,
I'm afraid, I no longer know
what's truly mine.
I'm yours to cherrish,
yours to keep.
#love
I'm afraid, I no longer know
what's truly mine.
I'm yours to cherrish,
yours to keep.
#love
[04] 《 Dear Elijah 》
Verse 04
Silent sobs, an ocean's tide
within these walls, you try to hide.
Lips smudged red, etched with sorrow,
word's dissolved in nothing, shades so narrow.
You flinch and lie,
Smile then sigh,
In the middle of the night,
you scream and cry.
What shall I do,
to shoulder your pain?
What shall I do,
to shelter you from the rain?
I know you have been lonely,
scared and alone;
Dearest,
what shall I do,
to take you home?
#DearElijah
Verse 04
Silent sobs, an ocean's tide
within these walls, you try to hide.
Lips smudged red, etched with sorrow,
word's dissolved in nothing, shades so narrow.
You flinch and lie,
Smile then sigh,
In the middle of the night,
you scream and cry.
What shall I do,
to shoulder your pain?
What shall I do,
to shelter you from the rain?
I know you have been lonely,
scared and alone;
Dearest,
what shall I do,
to take you home?
#DearElijah
Someday,
I'll find the courage,
to love myself.
I'll leave each one of you behind.
Won't seek your hatred,
if I can't find love.
Someday,
I'll find my worth.
#Scribble
I'll find the courage,
to love myself.
I'll leave each one of you behind.
Won't seek your hatred,
if I can't find love.
Someday,
I'll find my worth.
#Scribble
I hope to be;
the art admired by a warm gaze,
the canvas for honeyed words,
the muse to an unsung melody,
the reason for an ineffable longing.
Home to someone's arm.
I wish to be loved,
without any harm
to my innocent heart.
#love
the art admired by a warm gaze,
the canvas for honeyed words,
the muse to an unsung melody,
the reason for an ineffable longing.
Home to someone's arm.
I wish to be loved,
without any harm
to my innocent heart.
#love
Nights like these,
when I crave for a blanket of warmth,
your absence is the reminder,
how that same warmth burnt me.
Now my garden of words,
lays barren with withered roses.
#pillowthoughts
when I crave for a blanket of warmth,
your absence is the reminder,
how that same warmth burnt me.
Now my garden of words,
lays barren with withered roses.
#pillowthoughts
Maybe if you stop seeking acceptance,
In hearts that do not yearn,
you wouldn't have nights filled with tears,
lifeless eyes, and unanswered prayers.
#pillowthoughts
In hearts that do not yearn,
you wouldn't have nights filled with tears,
lifeless eyes, and unanswered prayers.
#pillowthoughts
It's not ink,
that glides on the paper,
It's the blood I bleed,
that no one sees.
The crumbled pages,
lying on the ground,
are the pieces of a heart,
that can't be put to words.
It's not poetry
that I write,
these are the words,
that can never be spoken,
and choke in my throat.
So bury me
with my words,
my ink, my pages,
that's all I truly own,
my wings that set me free.
#poetry #Scribble
that glides on the paper,
It's the blood I bleed,
that no one sees.
The crumbled pages,
lying on the ground,
are the pieces of a heart,
that can't be put to words.
It's not poetry
that I write,
these are the words,
that can never be spoken,
and choke in my throat.
So bury me
with my words,
my ink, my pages,
that's all I truly own,
my wings that set me free.
#poetry #Scribble
I wish to love you,
but that would be to live;
I'm a walking corpse,
and ghosts do not haunt the blessed.
#OC #Atuneofbrokenhearts
but that would be to live;
I'm a walking corpse,
and ghosts do not haunt the blessed.
#OC #Atuneofbrokenhearts
If I weigh every tear that slips,
around me,
would the melancholy be as heavy as mine?
And if that grief is far greater,
would my pain be justified?
or am I just drowning in self-loathing?
#random
around me,
would the melancholy be as heavy as mine?
And if that grief is far greater,
would my pain be justified?
or am I just drowning in self-loathing?
#random
Everytime I'm left in the dirt,
I realise, it's my fault.
And I'm such a stubborn person,
I refuse to learn from my mistakes;
My pain, my bleeding heart, my betrayals.
I wish I could carve into my bones,
deep beneath my skin,
how to keep my arms to myself,
to not hold them out.
To not reach out, and not whisper soothing words into bruised skin.
To not hold my heart for others to claim, and then shred it apart when it's no longer amusing to them.
I wish I kept my arms to myself,
because if I did,
I wouldn't fall in love,
so hopelessly;
Every single time, I gaze upon another broken heart.
Maybe it's a saviour complex,
or a desire to find some semblance of peace,
in the fact, that even hearts like mine,
can be loved.
#HID #unbound
I realise, it's my fault.
And I'm such a stubborn person,
I refuse to learn from my mistakes;
My pain, my bleeding heart, my betrayals.
I wish I could carve into my bones,
deep beneath my skin,
how to keep my arms to myself,
to not hold them out.
To not reach out, and not whisper soothing words into bruised skin.
To not hold my heart for others to claim, and then shred it apart when it's no longer amusing to them.
I wish I kept my arms to myself,
because if I did,
I wouldn't fall in love,
so hopelessly;
Every single time, I gaze upon another broken heart.
Maybe it's a saviour complex,
or a desire to find some semblance of peace,
in the fact, that even hearts like mine,
can be loved.
#HID #unbound