lost_forever

Dipped in sadness and built in verses. :”)

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  • lost_forever 52w

    Half written. Incomplete.

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    I waited all day for the clouds to arrive,
    for it was long since the rain whispered
    its love to me.
    Sometimes their words take me
    to my happy place,
    and I can hear his distant voice,
    as he talks to the clouds too
    of his dreams about me.

    Love is a beautiful thing,
    but all it had done for me is
    take my words away from me.
    But now I've found the kind of love
    that suffocates me with words.
    And I love it everytime I get out of breath.

    //The rain still gives me goosebumps,
    like how his beard does when it
    brushes against my face//


    ©lost forever

  • lost_forever 54w

    I used to stain my life with coffee,
    "it's aesthetically pleasing" they said.
    But no one told me life wasn't aesthetic,
    being sad isn't aesthetic,
    being lonely definitely isn't.

    The slashes on my arms now glare at me
    for they found out about the empty promises
    that was never meant to get them out of numbness.
    All the necklaces that I made
    from the pearls that fell from my tears,
    were thrown out.

    My fingers calloused from the times
    I wrote about my feelings,
    the darkness in me,
    the sadness that I loved,
    now give a teary smile when they see
    my lips with a soft curve,
    humming a favorite song from my happy days.

    I now look back at all the times I was thrown around,
    thinking I loved to wander.
    How could you call me a wanderlust
    when all I lusted for was a place to belong,
    a place called "home"?

    ©lost forever

  • lost_forever 54w

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    To the meaning hidden
    in between her lines,
    I saw you peek out
    from the shadows of the letters,
    scared to make a noise.

    I saw how you struggled
    to stay silent, to let everyone
    give their own colours
    to the words you owned.

    I saw how you held your breath,
    when you were twisted.
    I saw the tears in your eyes,
    biting down the agony.

    I saw you smiling all those
    who picked up their lovely colour,
    while you remained there unnoticed;
    a sad little rainbow you were.

    To the meaning hidden
    in between her lines,
    I see you.
    I feel you.


    -lost forever-

  • lost_forever 77w

    Remember?

    ...
    Remember when all we had
    was a little ray of sunshine?
    We made love
    and had so many ballads
    that you were amazed
    they weren't born to dance.

    You felt so suffocated at nights
    that the stars began to hide
    behind the dark clouds.
    We used to stack up our books
    to make a castle,
    but the empty castle still cried
    the angry sobs of the failed kingdom.

    Even the sunken ceiling of the sky
    gave us room to breathe,
    and happiness danced
    in the soft darkness.

    Remember when our ray of sunshine
    started to shine bright?
    We were too blinded by light
    to see each other.
    Comfort was peeled out of our skin
    and once warm blankets
    now burn through our bones.

    Maybe our ballads
    became the stars
    that we try to hide from now,
    and maybe they did know
    how to dance afterall.
    ...

    -lost forever-

  • lost_forever 77w

    I always used to wish
    for a world filled with words,
    for they were the blanket
    to my cold lonely bed.

    When the rain sprayed
    on my face through the window,
    they became the hot coffee
    that I so craved for.

    And on the nights I spent crying
    over the broken pieces of my heart,
    they became the music
    and fixed my heart with a smile.

    But now, when I need them more than ever,
    they turn into sand,
    to be somebody else's castle.

    -lost forever-

  • lost_forever 89w

    SOS - Heart

    ...
    If love tastes like
    happy tears,
    then you should
    be December.
    But rather than
    all the merry and jingles,
    you remind me of September.

    ‘Cause with you,
    it’s a never ending fall
    with a hope that
    I sprout wings.
    But you always
    plucked my feathers
    to adorn your hat
    and hid me in your chest.

    When I bared myself to you,
    you laid your eyes
    on my naked self
    knowing it wasn’t the first
    pair of eyes to do so,
    but it was the first
    for my soul.

    And when my words
    flew and became clouds,
    you danced in the rain
    not knowing that
    the ghost of my tears
    stained your favourite shirt
    that she bought.

    Maybe if
    the ticket stubs
    that my old diary
    carried flew away,
    you’ll see how
    your heart beats for her,
    and never for me
    even for a day.
    ...

    /4866 tales of heartbreak/

    -lost forever-

  • lost_forever 91w

    The cigarette burns
    on my skin still
    whispered your name
    when I danced in the rain.

    You gifted me
    rose coloured spectacles
    to look you through,
    and silly me forgot that
    it hid your red flags.

    I used to live on your words;
    when you showed me a light
    and named it your sun,
    I revolved my life around it.

    Now these dark clouds
    are my shade
    and this storm is
    my blanket.

    ———
    @writersnetwork 🥂

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    Now these dark clouds
    are my shade
    and this storm is
    my blanket.

    /4866 tales of heartbreak/

    -lost forever-

  • lost_forever 91w

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    You always wanted me
    to hide your name
    between the lines of my poetries,
    but you could never find them.

    You can if in a million years
    the invisible bruise
    from your verbal slaps
    rub off from my heart.

    /4866 tales of heartbreak/

    -lost forever-

  • lost_forever 91w

    When my raindrop
    flowing down the window
    again lost the race
    it reminded me of
    my love for you;
    flowing but failing.

    And when the last rose
    in the bouquet
    you gifted me on
    our first date wilted,
    I could still hear the joke
    you cracked about how
    it could be the funeral wreath
    when our love dies.

    Maybe I should make
    a flower crown
    from those rusted petals,
    and fashion a throne
    from their thorns,
    so even in my palace of dreams
    I won’t forget
    the tale of our love.

    /4866 tales of heartbreak/

    -lost forever-

  • lost_forever 91w

    Somedays I wake up
    listening to the dews
    whispering your name.

    These are the mornings
    that the skies stay plain,

    like your old love letters to me.

    /4866 tales of heartbreak/

    -lost forever-