Stories we never tell
People would come and go, but our happiness is ultimately our responsibility
Stories we never tell.
Sometimes, we fall in love with people because we feel time is moving too quickly but that person may not be the right one. Your life, your pain right now, is just a way to guide you back to the person you are meant to be with!
Is it ok To miss someone You never knewIn the first place..
I love the wayThe morning air kisses my skinLeaving no tracesAs it embraces My body and soulLeaving no holeDraining away the coldOf the darkest of nightsMaking me bold To face my fights..!©the_winning_loser
I'm drowning,In the depth of unspoken words,What weighs me down are my swords,That I use to defend myselfI don't wanna be a house elf.Though I try to swim back,I never knew that hack,Maybe there's never going back.Sometimes going with the flow,May show you some glow.Even when you go low,You can still blow,Some weight off your head,Or else you'll end up dead,It's better to lay still on your bed,Waiting for life to get better.It's ok to pull down the shutter,You are as soft as butter,Often you shatter,Life always gets harder,Time to get smarter,Never letting anyone in!Flee with your golden fin As it has always been Yours!©the_winning_loser
Her aura is made of Roses, poetry and stardust!©_more_than_pink_
The heart made of iceIs broken byPeople pretending to be niceDon't question whyNot knowing is sometimes wise
I trusted youWith a piece of my broken heartYou found the rest of them And you didn't just put them togetherBut healed it part by partAs if it was never torn apartAnd you hid my scars Behind the stars From your soul Making me perfect and wholeStill you ask me why i do love youBut babe i haven't found a reason not to!©_more_than_pink_
Even the most beautiful rose has thornsSo do people.. See the beauty beyond the thorns!©_more_than_pink_
Some girls wear their dad's name next to their name Like a queen wears a crown©the_winning_loser
Black hearts weren't born-blackThey were burnt.
My poems are like an incinerator.I put you in it, and you become ashes.Nothing should survive what I write.
I really thought that I was good at something but it turns out that I'm really good for nothing.
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Wish I had someone to hold me and say, "I'm there for you, everything will be alright.." ©hannah75
Some words, like a knife so sharp and rusty, they never go blunt; every stabbing wounds and hurts a lot more. One day you are going to die from it, but will never get used to it.
If I lined up everyone who hurt me, I’d be the first, and the last, and everyone in between. Physically, it’d be different people, but it was all me that hurt myself all along.
Poems are translationsof what goes on inside—our mind and body—and I can’t stressabout how much is lostin such translations.
At times, when tears are not enough to replace your memories, I write. Alas! I always run out of pages. ©cold_akhil
Where are you now?
Oh dear me What could it beWhere has allThe happiness goneWhere is the charmOf this place goneThere was a timeWhen happiness chimedHearts beat with gladnessOf one and all agesBut now things haveCome to a stand stillNo more joyNo more cheerAll seem dumbAll seem unawareWhy have things changedWhy have hearts been chainedWe all were oneTime has taken a turnSome conspiracy has workedGoodness has been shirkedBut why should weGive into failureWhy should we Be divided among usCome let's joinHands in loveAnd become oneTill love is won.©geraldine_mary
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Tornado of thoughtsSwirl wildly in aStorm of indecision.Too many choices Infinite possibilitiesLie within each.Yet Out of my reach.I can't clear the clutterFrom my mind.©baconthewriter