MelodyInside of us is a melody,it's inside the hearts of you and me.Although sometimes it's quiet and tender,our melody is a soft, friendly reminder.The sound inside of everyone,will be a bind that can't be undone.It's a note that connects with each other,its a mark of acceptance towards one another.We will all be heard eventually,sometimes it's you, and sometimes it's me.The melody inside of our body, our hearts,is what keeps us from staying apart.It is the sound of our sadness and fear,but it's also the sound of the smiles you smile here.It is the words that stay unspoken,it is the reason some hearts are broken.But if you listen, just listen closely,I'm sure you can hear your melody.Hear the thoughts that you think inside,hear the feelings that you want to hide.Understand yourself just a little be more,open up that heavy closed door.Our melody plays steady and neat,it's a beauty that no one can beat.Our melody is a song for ourselves,it reminds us of our good healt
HeartbrokenI loved, I cared, I gave you all that I could,My misfortune; I couldn't be all that you wanted.I hoped, I wished, and I thought you understood,My misfortune; my heart felt taunted.I wondered, I asked, and I prayed for your own good.My misfortune; I felt so unwanted,I pleaded, I begged, all to share thoughts I could,My misfortune; I neglected the hurt you had planted.I was stupid, I was blind, I was unable to read your mind,My misfortune; I still messaged you.I learnt my lesson, I felt the world, I now think I know it,Dont worry, you shall never feel so lacerated.I promise, I swear, I shall never speak to you again,For I deserved it all to have fallen for you.I was silly, I was weird, and I was dumb to think --How could I been the one you cherished?But may you answer if you could -- how could someone be so indecisively cruel?A cold-heart with its own blood, uncaring with bleeding heartsI question if you care truly for my well being,Or if it is just an illusion to fill
A Sweet Kiss DarlingA sweet kiss darling, that's all I needA warm hug and your comforting wordsA hard punch darling, that's all I needA beating and the screaming makes my dayA dark corner darling, that's all I needA place to hide away and be freeA sweet kiss darling, that's all I needA word of sorrow and your cries for forgiveness
almost lethalI'm drinking you like pure mercury.On some certain days I ask myself; 'Can you really take all her words? Can you really handle all of her?', but till now, I'm not able to answer myself this simple question.I think, I have to explain something to you (and me.)There is this big, huge shelf full of thoughts and words and stories and memories and desperation and sadness and lives. (Most of the time, I prefer to talk about it as a shelf full of tea, but whatever it content is, it is full of you.)I'm unable to pick a tiny box or even just a cup from there and then decide to not read it. It's simply impossible.[To just think for myself became less favorable.]Some of your things are delicious. Like a lovely earl grey after a long, hard day. Your words calm my soul and allay my blood. A bit of milk, two spoon full of sugar. Sometimes this is all I need.But of course, there are also boxes with a patina of rust on it. Their labels are dirty and towelled at some spots. I can
HarderKiss meNo, harderRid me of every scarSuck the night-old whiskey away from all my black and blueTouch me until I don't feel worthlessAll these broken ribsThe fluttering lids of both black eyes Pray away every awful thing I've doneAnd lick the salt away from broken skinThe exit wounds of bulletsThe little lines of knife bitesJust love me until I'm madAnd kiss me until I'm whole again
NostalgiaI'd say you have a flawless mind at its finest,But then I remember you don't have a heart in the slightest.Those sleepless nights and morning excitement,With them combined were our lovely messages sent.You stole my heart and took my breath away,Upon thinking of us together is when my mind would sway.I gave you me, my soul, my heart, and my happiness; you had it all in your hands,And then the tables turned, time changed; and it all became a gamble to have it all.The messages stopped the way they were,Within days, I found myself fragile, broken, upon the concrete floor.I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you,Neither do I regret the moments spent together.I wish you had told me the truth so that I knew,But you hid it all; you played my heart ...Without those intentions, and hurt my soul.And now, I am stuck while the world is too busy in its own hole.
The Paths We WalkAfter all I've seen,I don't know who I amor where I've beenNor the distance in between,All I know is todayand what tomorrow may bring.For I am a wanderer,For I am a broken soul,A broken soulWho walks down this path aloneFinding piece by pieceMy own redemption.