Too late_.I waited too long that the autumn leaveschanged into all the colours they possiblycould and cluttered the streets.The bitter crackling noises quietlymocked me as I walked over theleaves, crushing them into tinier pieces.Winter's blizzards were no matchfor the frostbite that punctured mywasted heart.Dare I say, without your lovemy heart felt colder than snow. Eventhe snowman was better off and hehad no soul. As bright and arduousas the summer sun,its heat waves cannot melt away thefeelings I had grown towards you.
In a battered, old box, I hadstored the countless handwritten lettersthat I had never intended to give.
It's too late now to even give it a secondthought. But they haunt me, and remindme of how I feel.Time has played its tricksas the days turned into weeksand the weeksturned into monthswhilemonths progressed on to a year.It is still a mystery, how timeescaped itself fro
He loves me, he loves me not__You'd think you know someoneafter living with them fora few years. but, you'd bewrongto think such a ridiculous thingFor, who truly knows oneself betterthan that person himself?Years of loyalty and trust you giveto this person, but he takes that forgrantedOf course he would *snicker*I have come to the conclusionthat all men aredeceivingdisgustingdirtyliars.Sitting by candle lightI stare out the rain-stained window.It's pouring a monsoon outsidebut I can see a faint outline of a figure.Moments escape. . .Tick. Tock. Tick. The door opens behind. And there he is."You're late."2:39 am"Oh! You are awake...""Where were you?"At work doing over time, he tells me.Walking to him, I catch a scent oflavender perfume.Taking off his drenched coat, I can seethe side of his face in the dim candle light.A red smear. A pair of runny lip stains.That fool
did he think the rain would washaway the evidence and leave itunnoticed?Strike one. He s
. misconception .Sweet bitterness liesUpon withering rosesOf psychotic loveFor he cannot seeWhat truly lies beneath theirFalse admirationSuperficial truthsCreate his utopiaFrom forged flatteryIn RealityIt is I who is the foolDreaming we can be.
A Perished Love.If love was exchangable,I would do so with your lovein a second withouth e s i t a t i o n .Who would want such afalse sense of admiration,with eachlyingwordyou breathe into my ears.But now I wonder,can you love, do you have itinside of you to do so?Or maybe your hearthas shriveled and perishedinto oblivion, Never to be touched byany soul again.Perhaps it is isolationyou seek since you areSo high upin your kingdom.Then it shall bes o l i t u d ethat befriends youin this god forsaken world.For I have given upon this lovethat perhaps never wasor ever happened.
perish.Recollect the thoughtsfor the paralyzed minds lostto the imagined dilemmasgiven by the hands from the devil.though i get lonelys l o w l y .make no soundlie awake sleepingquietly loud whilethe rest are nosily silentimagined dangers creepbut its all an illusiondistorted reality is allas the world spinsor perhaps the worldwas left in the dark, to decayrot in its own despairdarknesscannotexistwithouttheabsenceoflight.I'd like to set the worldablaze, to perish in itsfutile flames forever.maybe then, there willlight to illuminate thecrimes gone unnoticed.☺☻☺
_restraint.x-x-xKnitting togetherEsoteric scars with myScattering needlesHoping that I mayYield the temptations that areRidiculing me x-x-x
I am... I am abnormal I am different I am strange I am not a copy
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