I was raised a silenced child,
I never learnt to scream.
I was raised on expectations,
never taught to dream.
#Scribble
I never learnt to scream.
I was raised on expectations,
never taught to dream.
#Scribble
I stood proudly in the mirror;
I wore his shirt,
I wore his trousers,
I wore his badges,
and I stepped in his shoes today.
My mother fixed my tie with misty eyes.
Amber orbs drowning in grief.
I looked at myself again,
bursting into an ugly cry.
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He is no longer here,
to pat me on the shoulder,
and say, "I'm proud of you, son."
#OC #Scribble
I wore his shirt,
I wore his trousers,
I wore his badges,
and I stepped in his shoes today.
My mother fixed my tie with misty eyes.
Amber orbs drowning in grief.
I looked at myself again,
bursting into an ugly cry.
__
He is no longer here,
to pat me on the shoulder,
and say, "I'm proud of you, son."
#OC #Scribble
I embrace the hand that holds the blade,
I blame the edge,
I blame the knife.
I embrace the salt on the wound,
I blame the thread that stitched the flesh,
I blame the strife.
How can love, be so bitter?
Surely, It's my fault.
#pillowthoughts
I blame the edge,
I blame the knife.
I embrace the salt on the wound,
I blame the thread that stitched the flesh,
I blame the strife.
How can love, be so bitter?
Surely, It's my fault.
#pillowthoughts
Let's run away.
Far away from this town.
Just you and I;
No bullets and screams,
No betrayals and lies.
At the end of road,
we are destined to die,
holding hands, sinners entwined.
#Scribble
Far away from this town.
Just you and I;
No bullets and screams,
No betrayals and lies.
At the end of road,
we are destined to die,
holding hands, sinners entwined.
#Scribble
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