You're the one I love,
You're the one I need,
I would go to the earth's end to have u.
I love Ur smile, Ur nice eyes too
But all these don't matter cos I can't have u.
I don't know how this goes
But I want it to go as u and me.
I want to grow old with u,
Hold u tight as I close my eyes to sleep,
Close my eyes and see u in my dream,
Wake up each morning and see u,
Live each day with u by my side
And die knowing I spent life with you.
©lovelynotes
#original
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lovelynotes 1h
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Dil ki baat kuch yu kahe to
Pyaar tumse itna h ki...
Tumhe bhula kr bhi bhulaya ni jaata (*2)
Agar firse pyaar krne ka sooche bhi to
Dil tutne ka dard saha bhi ni jaata
©pankajsammal -
I'm worried about her
More so what she's capable of
Not so innocent; that girl that seems just fine
But that's the issue
She's only like this when the beast comes out
So I'm worried about her
Someone's in danger
And I'm guilty if I stand and watch her work
Butchery with a straight face
But what can I do to stop it all?
I'm worried about her
I'm worried for us all
©lefthandblessed -
lovelynotes 2d
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If I could hold back my hands,
My heart, my voice ...all of me
I'd hold them all back from being in love with you.
I don't know how to do this,
How to stop the fantasies of a better us,
How to fall out of love with you
Like you did with me.
How do I pick another over you
When my heart has refused to fall out of love with you
Though you threw our love away?
How do I stop loving the girl that broke my heart
And left me alone in the dark?
How?
I don't even know
But I choose to stay in love with you,
I always have, I always will
©lovelynotes -
One could call her a walking paradox
The oxymoronic sound of "living dead"
Her joyous moments of interparoxysmal existence
If only the disease was in her head
Born anew each day; a zombie of her former self
Clinging to this life by a thread
©lefthandblessed -
A prison of abstract creation
The patterns of thought misbecome
The shape of mental luxation
A puzzle of the mind come undone
This perfect tessellation
The mosaic of the psyche overcome
©lefthandblessed -
aashi_28 3d
दिल की खामोशी से जुबान की बातें,
कम ही नही होती।
#original #peace #hindi #ywrittingsसुकून
जब बाहर शांति और भीतर अशांति हो तो..
खामोशी से देखना और समझना होगा!
©aashi_28 -
Show me what hides behind that veil you call a smile
Those fangs tear at flesh; ardently hostile
Show me how you truly feel and sink them firmly in
I feel so profoundly loved; naked without my skin
©lefthandblessed -
Who could blame the brokenhearted fool?
To pour out these feelings is desolation itself, even for the lonely
Those silent tears to fill the four-chambered inkwell
A shame that inspiration cannot be painless; if only
©lefthandblessed -
blackpenn 4d
By the door is where i stay
Like a fingerprint smudge
A person that was once in touch
With once presence, only traces remain
Leaving vestiges of shadow
Unafraid of the oblivion
Unafraid of leaving the station
Always ready to wait for the next option
But like how i am always the first to leave
I am the longest to heal and grieve
Because by the door is where i stay
But with every step i take away from the exit
I can't help but drag my feet
Pleading both pieces of me
Forcing myself to untighten the grip
For every time i walk away
I can't help but hope that you'd stop me midway
Because i to you would do the same
But like how Icarus loved the sun
Like how the sun failed to love him back
I am willing to take the blame
I'll be the first to leave , you can call me names
But I'd rather be called the person who was always by the door
The person who left a mark on the floor
The person who left your heart wanting more.
#poetry #poet #story #discover #prose #poem #love #hues #colors #writersnetwork #original #door #diary #entry #english #f2f #l4l @writersnetwork @mirakee"your spot have always been by the door. i feel like you were born to leave me behind."
©blackpenn -
A jet-black bird flew in my window
And spoke a thousand words in one
The stories it told I dare not repeat
Or I'll face the contract come undone
A poetic gift it gave my simple minded soul
And I find myself saddened to miss its peerless, atramentous call
I would hemorrhage my creative mind
And weep ink-stained tears to recreate the words I heard that fall
I wish, oh I wish I knew that delicate song
And why, oh why you left me, my dear December
My tongue may be branded, but the story must go on
So for you my dear, here's what I remember
©lefthandblessed -
powerful few are few,
when you are you.
path of yours is yours,
packed with jolting doors in doors.
©bishal_paul -
A phantom of love's former self
A passion we wished we knew
Dreaming too long of what could be
Chasing that ghost of you
©lefthandblessed -
My glass is empty, except for the drink
It's full to others for sure
I've drowned myself a million times
One more I can endure
A forlorn heart in need of silence
But this is not a cure
©lefthandblessed -
danish_ah 1w
I was alone, and wondering how to live
Then you come, gave me all you could give.
After a time you left me leaving lone again,
Again with lonely me, again acting insane.
©danish_ah -
I do not know the hand I'm dealt
I cannot see the cards
Knowledge of all the little things
Thus far I'm told I've felt
But where am I within the deck?
I'm not so sure it's known
"Exactly in the middle, dear"
The words they say to me
I'm trusting fate to know the truth
Cause I'm too blind to check
©lefthandblessed -
Even at the gallows' rope, that prideful look remains
Self-evident and self-serving; don't you know it's not for show?
We'll celebrate a thousand fold, the day we let you hang
And at the end, you'll know your place; death of the royal ego
©lefthandblessed -
The Interference
A single waveform cruising through space,
Reverberating to a curvy polynomial,
Picking up variables on a free pass,
Splicing dimensions as if it could straddle the universe,
Powering up in a delusion that it's asymptotic,
Reveling in its own differential harmonics,
Gaining momentum like a juggernaut,
Stretching so much that even the red shift couldn't keep up,
Branding itself on a realm woven by its own frequency,
A colossal polymorph existing only through transformation functions,
But then came a sweet and simple binomial,
A compelling, unassuming expression that just had to be assimilated,
For how could a sphere not encompass a line,
But the mathematical monstrosity faltered,
With every attempt to synchronise,
Decomposed and leveled by a mere interference,
Wondering if Occam's Razor prevailed.
©differentlywired -
Words hurt...
But what hurts the most is
letting those words become your reality
©_keepwriting -
Memoirsَ
Dressed in a complete three piece suit
The suitor carried his luggage in a rickety wagon
Such an anachronistic element gave a huge impression
Unperturbed by the glances, he swayed ahead
His ambience eluding most of his onlookers
You could notice the antigue pocket watch dangling about
In contrast to the items he's wielding, is his well polished Oxford
His look so formal and well dressed for the wedding
The bemused guards were skeptical about placing the wagon
In the far corner of the corridor, stood a grandfather clock
The guards were happy to station the wagon beside it
The theme of the occasion was lightened by anachronism.
©abdool